Rise of the Otherworld.

Flames raged through the chamber, and a massive mechanical puppet swung its iron fists, bringing gusts of wind. Zhang Hao dodged the puppet's attack with a flash of his sword, stabbing at its joints. The resounding sound of metal clashing echoed through the enclosed space. With a clang, the sword collided with the puppet's body, sending a shower of sparks. Zhang Hao felt a numbing sensation in his arm. The powerful recoil stung his palm, but he gritted his teeth, his gaze firm and resolute.

"Be careful!" the woman cried anxiously. She tried to cast a spell to assist Zhang Hao, but her nervousness made the spell disorganized. Her heart pounded, sweat streamed down her forehead, and her hands trembled uncontrollably. However, she managed to calm herself, focusing her attention and offering Zhang Hao more support.

The black-robed figure panted heavily, observing the puppet's movements. He shouted, "Attack its leg joints; that's its weak point!" His voice was slightly hoarse with fatigue, but his eyes gleamed with wisdom. He gripped his staff tightly, ready to unleash a spell at the crucial moment, to secure a glimmer of hope for everyone's survival.

The herbalist and the old man also dodged the flames, looking for an opportunity to help. The herbalist's eyes were filled with anxiety. He dodged the flames while keeping an eye on his surroundings, clutching some herbs tightly in his hand, ready to use them if necessary. Although the old man had a leg injury, he still endured the pain, staring intently at the battlefield, offering advice to the others.

Hearing this, Zhang Hao adjusted his stance and attacked the puppet's leg joint again. This time, he poured all his strength into his sword, which shone with a dazzling light. The sword penetrated the joint fiercely, and the puppet's movement suddenly froze. "Now!" the black-robed figure shouted.

Everyone unleashed their strongest attacks. Magical flashes and herbal hidden weapons flew towards the puppet. The woman's spells were like brilliant fireworks, bursting into a dazzling display of multicolored light, striking the puppet's vital points. The black-robed figure's staff unleashed a powerful elemental force: flame, frost, and lightning intertwined into a mighty torrent of energy. The herbal hidden weapons thrown by the herbalists erupted in a puff of green smoke upon contact with the puppet, causing some disruption.

Under the combined force of their attacks, the puppet finally collapsed to the ground, reduced to a pile of scrap metal. Metal parts scattered across the ground, emitting a crisp clanging sound.

However, before they could breathe a sigh of relief, the trap in the secret room was triggered again. The ground suddenly cracked, and countless spikes emerged from the ground. Those spikes were extremely sharp, flashing with a cold light, making people shudder. "Jump!" Zhang Hao shouted. His voice was urgent and nervous, and his eyes were full of concern for everyone.

Everyone leaped with all their might, dodging the attack of the spikes. However, the limited space in the chamber made their movements increasingly difficult. Each leap required precise calculation and swift reflexes; the slightest mistake could lead to a puncture. A woman's skirt was ripped by a spike, and she cried out in surprise, but she managed to avoid danger.

Just then, the old man accidentally scratched his leg on a sharp thorn, and he groaned in pain. "Old man!" The herbalist rushed over and pulled the old man to safety. His face was full of concern and anxiety, and tears glistened in his eyes.

"Don't worry about me, go find the treasure!" the old man said through gritted teeth. His face was pale, but his eyes revealed determination and resolve. He knew that finding the treasure was the most important thing at this moment.

Zhang Hao's eyes were firm, "Everyone be careful and keep moving forward!" His voice was full of strength and encouragement, which made everyone cheer up again.

They struggled forward through the trap, each step filled with danger and uncertainty. Finally, they discovered a treasure chest emitting a mysterious glow. The treasure chest was inlaid with various gems, emitting an enchanting light.

"This must be the treasure!" the woman exclaimed in surprise. Her eyes sparkled with excitement, as if she had seen the dawn of hope.

But just as they approached the treasure chest, a powerful magical barrier appeared, blocking their way. The barrier glowed with blue light and was filled with mysterious power.

"What should I do?" the herbalist asked anxiously, his forehead covered with sweat, and the herbs in his hands were deformed from nervousness.

Zhang Hao thought for a moment, "Let's all pool our strength and break this barrier!" His voice was firm and powerful, giving everyone confidence.

Everyone gathered their remaining strength and launched a final attack on the magic barrier. Their combined strength formed a powerful energy wave. In a burst of intense light and a roar, the magic barrier was finally broken.

Zhang Hao opened the treasure chest and found a crystal ball inside. It radiated a powerful energy. The crystal ball shone brightly, as if it contained endless energy.

"That's it!" the black-robed man exclaimed excitedly, his voice rising with excitement.

Just as they were about to leave with the crystal ball, the chamber began to shake violently and seemed to be about to collapse. Stones fell one after another, and huge cracks appeared in the walls.

"Oh no! Let's go!" Zhang Hao shouted. He put the crystal ball in his arms and rushed towards the exit first.

Holding the crystal balls, they rushed towards the exit. The chamber behind them continued to collapse, as if to bury them forever in the darkness...