Rise of the Otherworld.

The wind howled, and blurry figures loomed in the mist, rapidly rushing towards the crowd. The dust and sand kicked up by the wind filled the air, further blurring the already hazy vision. Zhang Hao brandished his sword and shouted, "Everyone, stand back to back! Don't give them an opportunity!" His voice was firm and powerful, like a beacon in the chaotic environment.

The woman clung to Zhang Hao, her dagger poised to strike. Her heartbeat was pounding, threatening to burst through her chest. Her breathing was ragged and erratic, each breath tinged with deep fear. "Zhang Hao, I'm so scared!" Her voice trembled, filled with fear and helplessness. Tears welled in her eyes, but she fought them back, biting her lip tightly, trying to remain calm.

The herbalist waved his stick wildly in the mist, shouting, "Don't come over! Don't come over!" His eyes were filled with fear, and he had completely lost his sense of direction. He swung his stick without any reason, and his steps staggered, as if he would fall at any moment.

The black-robed figure continuously cast spells, attempting to repel the figures, but his magical power seemed severely suppressed in this strange environment, and his spells had little effect. "What kind of evil magic is this!" he roared angrily. Veins bulged on his forehead, and his eyes were filled with resentment and anger. Each spell he cast exhausted him, but he gritted his teeth and persevered.

The old man closed his eyes tightly, muttering something to himself, and quickly forming seals with his hands, attempting to cast a powerful spell to deal with the current crisis. His body trembled slightly, and sweat continued to drip from his forehead, soaking his clothes.

The figures drew closer, finally revealing their hideous features. They turned out to be a group of distorted, grotesque monsters, their fangs bared and claws snarling, emitting blood-curdling roars. Some had sharp fangs, others had eerie glints in their eyes, and others were covered in disgusting slime.

"Kill!" Zhang Hao roared, charging at the monsters first. His sword flashed coldly in the mist, instantly slashing down a monster. The blade sliced ​​through the monster's body, sending green blood splattering across his face and body. But he didn't flinch, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

The woman mustered her courage and joined Zhang Hao in attacking the monster. Though her dagger was short, it unleashed considerable power in her hands. Each attack was punctuated by determination and courage, and her gaze gradually grew firmer, free of the fear and hesitation she had previously held.

The herbalist attacked randomly from the side. Although he didn't cause much damage to the monster, he bought Zhang Hao and the woman some time. His stick occasionally hit the monster, but more often it hit nothing. His breathing became increasingly rapid, and his physical strength was rapidly depleting.

The black-robed man's spell finally took effect. A flame shot out from his staff, temporarily forcing back a group of monsters. The flame burned in the mist, illuminating an area. The monsters howled in pain under the scorching flames.

The old man's spell was ready, and a powerful light burst out from his hand, illuminating the surrounding fog. Wherever the light reached, the monsters' movements became sluggish, as if restrained by some powerful force.

"Attack now!" the old man shouted, his voice full of strength and hope.

Everyone unleashed their strongest attacks. For a moment, sword shadows, magical radiance, and cries of killing intertwined. Zhang Hao's sword slashed at the monster like a torrential downpour, the woman's dagger repeatedly stabbed the monster's vital points, the herbalist's staff exerted its final strength, and the black-robed man unleashed spells incessantly.

Under the fierce attacks of the crowd, the monsters gradually retreated, their corpses piled on the ground, and green blood flowed like a river.

However, just when everyone thought the crisis was about to be resolved, a wave of even heavier footsteps could be heard from the fog. "Boom! Boom! Boom!" Each step seemed to shake the earth, making people tremble with fear. It was as if an even more powerful monster was approaching, its aura powerful and evil, making people feel despair.

"What...what is this?" the herbalist asked in horror, his voice full of trembling and fear.

Zhang Hao gripped the sword tightly in his hand, his eyes firmly looking into the depths of the fog. "No matter what it is, we must fight to the end!"

The woman took a deep breath and said, "That's right, we can't give up!"

The black-robed man and the old man were also ready to fight again, their eyes full of determination...