Rise of the Otherworld.

After jumping off the cliff, everyone plummeted, their bodies plunging downwards, their ears filled with the whistling of the wind. Zhang Hao felt his heart pounding, his mind blank. The wind, like the claws of a demon, ripped at their clothes and hair. The wind blew so hard he could barely open his eyes, and he could only rely on instinct to struggle through the air.

The woman screamed in terror, waving her hands wildly in the air. Her screams were broken by the wind, and her face was distorted with fear. "Help!" Her voice was filled with despair, as if this was her last cry in this world.

The herbalist closed his eyes tightly and kept muttering something. His lips trembled, and it was unclear whether he was praying to the gods or recalling his short life.

Just when everyone thought they were doomed, Zhang Hao suddenly spotted several large trees stubbornly growing out of cracks in the cliff face. Their branches swayed in the wind, as if they were a helping hand from fate.

"Hold on to the branch!" Zhang Hao shouted loudly. His voice seemed so small in the wind, but it carried the last hope.

Everyone tried their best to reach out and grab. Fortunately, Zhang Hao, the old man, and the man in black robes managed to grab a branch, slowing their descent. Their fingers clung to the branch as if it were their last straw. But the woman and the herbalist continued to fall.

"Help!" The woman's voice was filled with despair. Her body rolled in the air, tears blown away by the wind.

Zhang Hao was so anxious that he threw the sword with all his might towards the stone wall below the woman. The sword was deeply embedded in the crack of the stone. The woman grabbed the hilt of the sword as she fell, finally stopping her fall. Her hands turned white from excessive force, and her body dangled in the air.

The herbalist wasn't so lucky. He continued to fall, on the verge of hitting the bottom. At this critical moment, the black-robed figure cast a slow-fall spell, slowing the herbalist's descent slightly until he landed in a pool of water at the bottom of the valley.

Zhang Hao and the others slowly climbed down the branches and reached the valley floor. The air was damp, and the ground was covered with moss and rocks. They hurried to the pool and found the herbalist unconscious.

"Quick, rescue him!" the old man shouted. His voice was filled with anxiety, and the wrinkles on his face were even deeper because of his nervousness.

Everyone worked together to drag the herbalist out of the pool. The woman cast a healing spell, and a soft light enveloped the herbalist's body. Her forehead was covered with sweat, and the depletion of her magic power made her face pale.

After a while, the herbalist slowly opened his eyes. "I'm still alive?" he said weakly. His voice was like a thread, and his eyes were filled with confusion and relief at having survived.

"It's good to be alive!" Zhang Hao breathed a sigh of relief. He collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath.

However, before they could rejoice, they discovered a strange fog filling the valley floor, and heard strange noises from time to time. The fog wandered around the valley floor like a ghost, making everything blurry and unclear.

"What is this place?" the woman's voice trembled. She clutched Zhang Hao's arm tightly, her body shaking uncontrollably.

"I don't know, but we must find a way out as soon as possible." Zhang Hao observed his surroundings vigilantly. His eyes were firm, and his sword was ready to be unsheathed at any time.

They moved cautiously along the valley floor, their feet slippery on slippery stones and muddy ground. Every step required immense effort, fearing they might stumble into an unknown trap. Suddenly, a massive python emerged from the mist, its maw gaping wide, and pounced upon them. Its body was like a massive pillar, its scales gleaming with a cold light.

"Be careful!" Zhang Hao swung his sword towards the python. His figure instantly intertwined with the python, and the sword collided with the snake's scales, making a sharp sound.

The python twisted its body, its powerful force forcing Zhang Hao to retreat repeatedly. The old man and the black-robed man also cast spells to attack the python, and flames and frost exploded on the python.

The woman cast a protective spell on everyone, and the light enveloped their bodies.

After a bitter fight, the python finally escaped with injuries, leaving a trail of blood in the mist and disappearing without a trace.

As they continued on their journey, they encountered various dangerous traps and ferocious beasts. Sharp bamboo sticks suddenly pierced the ground, poisonous spiders hidden in the grass sprayed venom, and a pack of wild wolves leaped from the shadows, their green eyes flickering in the mist.

But they never gave up, supporting each other as they searched for hope in this mysterious valley. Zhang Hao's clothes were torn, his body covered in wounds; the old man's steps grew heavier; the black-robed man's magic power was nearly exhausted; the woman's magic light grew fainter; the herbalist, though weak, gritted his teeth and persevered.

They don't know how many dangers are waiting for them ahead, but the flame of hope in their hearts has never been extinguished...