Rise of the Otherworld.

Supporting each other, they dragged their exhausted bodies forward through this unfamiliar valley. Zhang Hao walked in front. Although his steps were unsteady, his eyes were always firmly searching for a possible way out. His eyes were a little blurry, and every blink seemed to require all his strength, but he still tried to stay awake and not let himself collapse.

The woman's strength had long since been exhausted, and every step seemed incredibly difficult. Her legs felt heavy as if they were filled with lead, and every lift was accompanied by a violent tremor. But she gritted her teeth and tried to keep up with the group, her eyes filled with stubbornness and unyielding determination. Her clothes, already soaked with sweat, clung to her body, and her hair was disheveled and spread across her face, but she didn't bother to fix it.

The herbalist's wound began to bleed again from walking. The crimson blood slowly flowed down his arm and dripped onto the ground, forming shocking spots. He said nothing, silently persevering. His expression was distorted by pain, but his gaze remained firm.

The old man gasped, his face pale as paper, each breath coming with difficulty. His body hunched over, as if ready to collapse at any moment, yet he kept pace with the others. The black-robed man's staff now seemed more like a crutch, leaning on it as he moved step by step, his eyes revealing a deep sense of fatigue.

"Everyone, hold on a little longer. I'm sure we'll find a place to rest soon." Zhang Hao encouraged everyone. His voice, though weak, was filled with hope. His voice echoed through the valley, like a ray of light in the darkness, giving everyone the motivation to keep moving forward.

They climbed hillside after hillside, the gravel and mud beneath their feet making their steps even more difficult. The slopes were steep and rugged, forcing them to use both hands and feet to barely climb. They passed through thorn bushes, the sharp thorns scratching their skin, leaving traces of blood. But they had no time to care for the pain. Their only thought was to find a safe place to rest.

Finally, when they were almost in despair, Zhang Hao discovered a cave.

"Look, there's a cave over there. Maybe we can take shelter temporarily," Zhang Hao said, pointing ahead. His voice was filled with excitement and joy, as if he saw hope for survival.

Hope instantly ignited in everyone's eyes, and their heavy steps became lighter. They quickened their pace and walked towards the cave, their hearts filled with anticipation.

Walking into the cave, there was a damp smell inside, the ground was a bit uneven, and water dripped from the ceiling from time to time. But fortunately, it was clean and there was no sign of danger.

"Let's take a break," Zhang Hao said, his voice filled with relief. He collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath.

Everyone collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath. At this moment, they seemed to have forgotten all the pain and fatigue, and only enjoyed this moment of peace and relaxation.

After a while, Zhang Hao pulled himself up and began to check on everyone's injuries. His movements were a little slow, but his eyes were focused.

The woman's arms were covered in scrapes, the blood clotted and stuck to her clothes. Zhang Hao pulled some herbs from his pocket and gently applied them to her. The coolness of the herbs made the woman shudder, but she bit her lip and remained silent.

The herbalist's wound was deep, and Zhang Hao carefully tended to it, cleaning, applying medicine, and bandaging it, each movement meticulously executed. The herbalist grimaced in pain, but gritted his teeth and endured it. "I can handle it, don't worry," he said.

The situation of the old man and the black-robed man was not optimistic either. The old man's leg was injured, and the black-robed man's shoulder was scratched. Zhang Hao did his best to relieve their pain. His forehead was covered with sweat, but his hands did not stop moving.

After treating his injuries, Zhang Hao sat on the ground, thinking about his next plans.

"We need to recover our strength as quickly as possible and then find a way to leave this valley," Zhang Hao said. His eyes were filled with worry. This valley was full of unknowns and dangers, and they couldn't be trapped here forever.

"But we don't even know where we are, how are we going to get out?" the woman said worriedly. Her eyes were filled with confusion and fear. After going through so many dangers, she was already at a loss.

Zhang Hao frowned and said, "There will always be a way. Let's get some rest first." Although his voice was firm, he was actually unsure in his heart.

At this moment, a strange sound came from outside the cave. The sound was like the low moan of some wild beast, and also like the whistling of the wind, which made people shudder.

"What's that sound?" the herbalist asked nervously.

Zhang Hao stood up vigilantly, "Everyone be careful, something might happen."

Everyone's nerves were tense again, and the mood that had just relaxed was instantly replaced by fear...