Rise of the Otherworld.

Supporting each other, they trudged forward with difficulty toward the faint ray of light. With each step, they felt hope burning brighter within them, yet it was also accompanied by a deep sense of worry. The path beneath their feet was uneven, covered in sharp stones and damp moss, and they could easily slip if they weren't careful.

Zhang Hao led the way, his sword still unsheathed, ready for any danger. His gaze was focused and resolute, and even though his body was exhausted, he remained vigilant. The woman followed closely behind him, her eyes fixed on the light as if it held her life's utmost hope. Her breathing was rapid, her steps stumbling, but her inner desire drove her forward.

The old man panted heavily, observing his surroundings as he walked, secretly speculating on the source of the light. His gaze was deep and worried, and the wrinkles carved by time on his face were now even more profound. The black-robed man's steps were unsteady, almost being dragged forward by the herbalist, but his eyes also revealed a hint of anticipation. His staff dragged on the ground, leaving a faint mark.

As the distance closed in, the light gradually became clearer. It turned out to be the entrance to a cave, emitting a mysterious glow. A thin layer of mist surrounded the entrance, making the cave seem even more mysterious.

"Is this our way out?" the herbalist asked hoarsely, his voice filled with uncertainty and fear, his eyes gleaming with confusion.

Zhang Hao frowned and said, "Just go in and take a look, and you'll know." His voice was decisive and resolute, with an unquestionable power.

The group cautiously entered the cave, which was filled with a strange aroma that brought a sense of peace and joy. The cave walls were inlaid with a variety of glittering gems, illuminating the cave like a dreamscape. The light from the gems intertwined, forming brilliant and colorful patterns that made one feel as if they were in a fairyland.

However, behind this beautiful scene, there is a sense of unease. The air seems to become heavy, making it difficult to breathe.

Suddenly, a deep roar came from deep within the cave. Everyone's nerves instantly tensed up, and their heartbeats accelerated rapidly.

"Be careful!" Zhang Hao tightened his grip on the sword again. He leaned forward slightly, ready to fight at any moment.

A massive white tiger slowly emerged from the darkness, its eyes flashing with ferocity, its fur standing up like steel needles. The tiger's body was tall and mighty, and every step it took carried a powerful, oppressive presence.

"What kind of monster is this?" the woman exclaimed, her voice shrill with fear, and she involuntarily stepped back.

The white tiger opened its bloody maw and lunged at the crowd. A howling wind blew, and the tiger's presence swept over like a storm. Zhang Hao stepped forward and engaged the white tiger in a fierce battle. His sword slashed across the tiger's body, leaving only a faint mark. The white tiger's power was immense, and Zhang Hao struggled with each attack. His arm was scratched by the white tiger's claws, and blood stained his sleeve.

Seeing this, the woman quickly cast a spell, sending beams of light towards the white tiger. But the tiger seemed to have a strong resistance to these spells, and the light instantly dissipated from its body. The woman's face turned even paler, and the depletion of her magic power made her feel weak.

The old man and the herbalist stood by, anxiously searching for the white tiger's weakness, their eyes darting back and forth over the tiger. The herbalist's eyes widened with nervousness, while the old man frowned, thinking hard.

The black-robed man worked hard to recover his magic power, ready to provide support at the critical moment. He closed his eyes and muttered something, trying to gather strength as quickly as possible.

After a hard fight, Zhang Hao finally discovered that the white tiger's weakness was in its belly, where the hair was relatively sparse and its defense was relatively weak.

"Attack its belly!" Zhang Hao shouted. His voice was a little hoarse from fatigue, but full of determination.

Everyone worked together, focusing their attacks on the white tiger's abdomen. Zhang Hao's sword stabbed the tiger's abdomen, and the woman's magic light also converged on the same spot. The old man and the herbalist threw their weapons. The white tiger roared in pain, the sound echoing in the cave, making people's hair stand on end.

Finally, the white tiger fell to the ground, its body twitching slightly. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, their clothes soaked with sweat.

Just as everyone thought the crisis was over and was about to take a break, an even more violent tremor was heard from the depths of the cave. The ground began to shake, and gems on the cave walls fell one after another.

"Oh no, there's something even more powerful!" The old man's face changed drastically.

"Everyone be careful!" Zhang Hao raised his sword again, his eyes fixed on the depths of the cave.

At this moment, a strong breath rushed over, making it almost impossible to breathe...