Rise of the Otherworld.

Amidst this fierce, perilous battle, Zhang Hao's mind raced, mulling over countermeasures. He nimbly dodged the statues' attacks while observing their movements. His gaze was focused and determined, sweat trickling down his resolute face, dripping onto the stone slabs beneath his feet, only to be instantly obscured by the rising dust.

"Everyone, listen up! Let's concentrate our efforts on attacking their joints; that might be their weak point!" Zhang Hao shouted. His voice was exceptionally clear in the chaotic battlefield, carrying an unquestionable decisiveness and resolve.

Everyone responded immediately. The woman, choking back her fear, gritted her teeth and thrust her dagger into the knee of a statue. Her eyes betrayed determination, and though her hands trembled slightly with nervousness, her movements were unwavering. The moment the dagger made contact with the statue's knee, a shower of sparks flew, and the recoil sent the woman reeling back a few steps, but she quickly steadied herself and charged forward once more.

The black-robed figure unleashed a powerful spell, sending a fiery fireball careening accurately into the elbow of another statue. The fireball exploded upon contact, charring the elbow to a crisp. The black-robed figure's face paled, and the excessive drain of his magic power left him feeling dizzy, but he persevered, casting spells continuously.

The herbalist tossed a handful of specially prepared herbal powder. The powder sizzled as it struck the statue, disrupting its movements. His movements were deft and swift, dodging the statue's attacks while searching for the perfect moment to throw. With each toss, he shouted, cheering himself and his companions on.

The old man's staff shone brightly, unleashing powerful force with each swing, striking the statue's vital points. His eyes were filled with focus and determination, and he muttered to himself, as if engaging in some mysterious communication with this ancient space. Though his body was exhausted, his spirit remained high.

As the crowd launched targeted attacks, statue after statue began to slow down, and several even collapsed. The sound of the falling statues echoed in the empty space, like a prelude to victory.

But by this point, everyone's strength had nearly reached its limit. Zhang Hao's clothes were already drenched with sweat, and his wounds had reopened from the intense exercise, staining his clothes red with blood. Every breath brought a sting of pain, but he maintained a tight grip on his sword, refusing to let up even a little.

The woman's steps began to falter, and the dagger in her hand became incomparably heavy. Her eyes began to blur, and her body was shaky, but she still persisted in the fight with her tenacious will.

The black-robed man's magic light gradually dimmed, and he gasped for breath. His magic power was almost exhausted, and the staff in his hand became extremely heavy, but he still struggled to support himself, contributing his final strength to the team.

The herbalist and the old man were both exhausted. The herbalist's herbs were almost gone, and the light on the old man's staff had grown dim. Their eyes revealed a hint of despair, but more of a desire for survival and a determination for victory.

"Don't give up! We're almost there!" Zhang Hao encouraged everyone. His voice, though hoarse, was filled with strength. His eyes swept over each of his companions, conveying to them the conviction to persevere.

At this moment, a mysterious light descended from the sky, illuminating the entire space. Within the light, a mysterious figure slowly emerged. The light was so dazzling that everyone had to squint.

"Is this a savior or a new crisis?" Everyone was anxiously watching the gradually clearing figure, their weapons still hanging in their hands.

The mysterious figure gradually became clearer. It turned out to be an old man in a white robe. His face was kind, and his eyes sparkled with wisdom. His white robe fluttered in the wind, as if blending with the light.

"Children, I am deeply moved by your courage and perseverance. Let me lend you a helping hand." With this, he gently waved his cane, and a powerful force erupted, freezing the remaining statues in their place. Like an invisible wave, the force instantly swept across the entire space, bringing everything to a state of silence.

Everyone was pleasantly surprised, and a glimmer of hope finally appeared on their tired faces. Their bodies slumped down due to relaxation, but the joy in their hearts made them forget all the pain.

"Thank you for your help, senior." Zhang Hao bowed and thanked him. His voice was full of gratitude and respect.

"You're welcome. This is what you deserve. But this isn't the end. There are more challenges ahead." The old man said, and his figure gradually disappeared. The mysterious light also dissipated, as if it had never appeared.

After a short rest, they supported each other and stood up. They took some restorative pills and herbs and adjusted their condition.

"No matter what lies ahead, we cannot retreat." Zhang Hao said, his eyes rekindled with fighting spirit.

Everyone nodded, there was no longer fear and confusion in their eyes, only determination and resolve.

They continue to move forward, the road ahead still filled with uncertainty, but their steps become more determined, their hearts filled with hope and courage for the future...