Rise of the Otherworld.

The vast vortex of sand swirled like a ferocious maw, ruthlessly devouring everything around it. The wind howled, sand and gravel flew, and the entire world seemed to be plunged into the chaos of doom. Zhang Hao and the others looked at this terrifying scene, and a chill rose in their hearts. The chill was like an icy snake, winding up their spines and making their bodies tremble involuntarily.

"Everyone, be careful! Don't get sucked in!" Zhang Hao shouted. His voice was faint in the gusting wind, like a candle in the wind, ready to go out at any moment. But everyone, with their tenacious will, caught his warning, filled with concern and anxiety. Zhang Hao's eyes were firm and sharp, and he held his sword tightly, as if it were his only hope in this chaotic world.

The black-robed figure's face was grim, his hands tightly gripping his staff. The gemstone on it flickered, as if revealing his inner unease. "This vortex is extremely powerful. We must find a way out as soon as possible." His voice was low and rapid, each word weighing a thousand pounds. Beads of sweat covered his forehead, trickling down his cheeks before being swept away by the fierce wind and vanishing into the vast sea of ​​sand.

The old man observed the vortex's trajectory with a determined gaze. His eyes were deep and wise, as if he could discern the patterns underlying the chaos. "Looking at this situation, we must follow the vortex's edge and search for a weak spot." His voice was steady and calm, instilling a sense of composure into the panicked hearts. He tapped the sand with his staff, each touch a measure of deep consideration.

The herbalist swallowed, his throat so dry it felt like smoking. "This is truly a near-death experience." His voice held a hint of despair, but beneath that despair, a hint of unwillingness and stubbornness lingered. His clothes rustled fiercely in the wind, their torn edges fluttering in the breeze, as if it were his final struggle in this desperate situation.

The woman bit her lip, leaving deep, bloody marks. Her eyes revealed a hint of fear, but more so, determination. "No matter what, we can't give up." Her voice, though soft, held an undeniable strength. Her long hair danced wildly in the wind, obscuring most of her face, but the eyes that were revealed gleamed with an unyielding light.

Everyone began to cautiously move forward along the edge of the vortex. The howling wind made them unsteady, and each step was extremely difficult. The sand beneath their feet seemed to be alive, constantly shifting, trying to swallow their feet.

Suddenly, a small vortex formed from the side and quickly approached the woman. The vortex was extremely fast and reached her feet in the blink of an eye.

"Be careful!" Zhang Hao leaped towards the woman and pulled her aside. His movements were as swift as lightning, and he rescued the woman from danger at the critical moment.

The woman was still terrified, her chest heaving violently. "Thank you, Zhang Hao," her voice trembled, her eyes filled with gratitude.

They continued to trudge forward, the sand beneath their feet constantly shifting, as if dragging them into an endless abyss. Every step required immense effort, and every lift of their feet felt like a tug-of-war with death.

Just then, the black-robed man discovered a relatively weak spot. "Everyone, follow me!" he shouted. His voice, shrill with excitement, was particularly harsh in the gusting wind.

Everyone rushed in that direction, their footsteps leaving deep marks in the sand, which were then instantly covered by the wind and sand.

However, as they approached the place, a strong air current came down from above, making it difficult for them to move forward. The air current was like a mountain pressing down on their heads, making it difficult for them to breathe.

"Let's fight!" the herbalist roared, using all his strength to rush forward. His face was distorted by the effort, and his eyes were bloodshot.

With everyone's efforts, they finally reached a relatively safe place.

But before they could breathe a sigh of relief, a greater crisis loomed. The surrounding vortices began to merge, forming an even larger and more terrifying super vortex. The power of the vortex was so strong that it distorted the surrounding space, as if it was about to swallow the entire world.

"This...what should I do?" The woman's voice was full of despair.

Zhang Hao took a deep breath and said, "Don't be afraid, we will definitely find a way!"

The old man frowned, "Don't panic, everyone, think calmly!"

The black-robed man looked at the staff in his hand and said, "Perhaps, we can gather everyone's strength..."

At this critical moment of life and death, can they find a way out and escape this terrible whirlpool of sand sea?