Rise of the Otherworld.

The bandits pounced on Zhang Hao and his companions like wolves, their eyes gleaming with greed and ferocity. Zhang Hao instantly drew his sword, its blade gleaming coldly in the sunlight. He charged at the leading bandits, his eyes as sharp as a knife, as if he could see through the very souls of his enemies. His sword strikes were as swift as the wind, each strike carrying a sharp whistling sound and a deadly determination, instantly slicing silver arcs through the air.

The woman wasn't to be outdone. Her once delicate face was now filled with determination. Her hands danced, her voice muttering to herself, unleashing brilliant beams of magical light. Like dazzling fireworks, these beams, with powerful force, struck down the bandits who dared to approach. Each spell she unleashed was accompanied by a resolute cry, showcasing her inner fearlessness.

The herbalist wielded his stick, the plain, unadorned stick transformed into a formidable weapon in his hands. Though his movements were a bit clumsy, each strike embodied the full force of his being, a powerful, powerful force. His eyes widened, and he roared, "Come on, you bastards!"

The old man muttered something, and talismans flew from his hands. They shimmered with mysterious light, striking the bandits with pinpoint accuracy, restricting their movements. His expression was serious and focused, and each talisman's release was perfectly timed, demonstrating his profound skill and rich combat experience.

The black-robed man clasped his hands together, and powerful magical energy gathered before him, forming an invisible force. Like a surging wave, it repelled the approaching bandits one by one. His face was pale, but his eyes were filled with determination. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, but it did not affect his spellcasting in the slightest.

The bandits hadn't expected these men to be so formidable, but relying on their numbers, they continued to attack. Their shouts and the clash of weapons intertwined, creating a chaotic battlefield.

"Brothers, come on, they can't hold out much longer!" the bandit leader shouted from behind. A ferocious smile flashed across his face, and he brandished his sword, trying to boost his men's morale.

Zhang Hao stabbed a bandit in the shoulder with his sword, blood splattering. He roared, "You bunch of villains, today is your end!" His voice echoed in the valley, filled with endless anger and majesty.

The woman's magic light illuminated the surroundings, and she shouted, "Don't even think about hurting us!" Her eyes were full of determination, and she poured all her strength into every spell.

The herbalist waved the wooden stick vigorously and shouted, "Come on, come on, grandpa is not afraid of you!" His breathing was rapid, but his fighting spirit was undiminished.

The battle intensified, and everyone suffered new wounds. Zhang Hao's arm was scratched, blood staining his sleeves. The woman's skirt was torn, revealing her fair calves. The herbalist's face was covered in a mixture of sweat and blood. The old man's clothes were also torn, revealing the wounds underneath. The black-robed man's magic power was over-expended, and his body was trembling slightly.

At this moment, Zhang Hao discovered the bandit leader's weakness. His eyes lit up instantly, and his figure flashed, rushing towards him like a ghost. His speed was as fast as lightning, and he closed the distance between them in an instant.

The bandit leader was startled and quickly swung his knife to block the attack, but his movements seemed so slow and weak in Zhang Hao's eyes.

Zhang Hao's sword was as powerful as a rainbow, instantly breaking through his defense and piercing his chest. The sword penetrated deeply into the bandit leader's body, and blood gushed out.

"Boss!" The robbers were thrown into disarray when they saw their leader injured. Their eyes were filled with fear and panic, and their original momentum instantly dissipated.

"Now's the time to charge!" Zhang Hao shouted, his voice full of power and encouragement.

Everyone gathered their strength and launched a final attack. The woman's magic shone brighter, the herbalist swung his stick more fiercely, the old man's talismans rained down like raindrops, and the black-robed man's magic power erupted again.

The bandits saw that the situation was not good and fled in all directions. They threw away their weapons and fled in the valley like dogs that had lost their homes.

"Don't let them get away!" The herbalist wanted to give chase, his eyes filled with anger and resentment.

"Forget it, let's not chase after a desperate enemy. Let's continue on our way," Zhang Hao said. His breathing was rapid, but his eyes remained firm.

After this fierce battle, although everyone was exhausted, their morale was even higher. Their eyes were filled with hope and firm belief in the future.

They rested for a while, treated their wounds, and replenished their energy.

"Is everyone okay?" Zhang Hao asked with concern.

"I won't die yet!" said the herbalist gritting his teeth.

The woman nodded gently, "Let's keep going."

The old man smiled and said, "This injury is nothing."

The man in black robe also said that he could still hold on.

So, they continued to move towards the top of the mountain. The mountain road was rugged and difficult to walk on, but their steps did not hesitate or retreat at all...