Rise of the Otherworld.

Dragging their exhausted and wounded bodies, they trudged forward towards the summit. The path was steep and rugged, littered with rocks of varying sizes and thickets of thorns. Zhang Hao walked in front, his steps heavy yet determined, his sword constantly pushing aside branches that blocked his path. His clothes, already soaked with sweat, clung to his body, and every breath seemed labored. Yet, his eyes burned with an unyielding fire as he blazed a trail for the others.

The woman followed closely behind him, her wounds aching from the movement of walking, the pain like fine needles, pricking her nerves again and again. But she bit her lip, her once rosy lips now covered in deep teeth marks, oozing blood. Her eyes revealed stubbornness and tenacity as she followed Zhang Hao step by step.

The herbalist was panting heavily, his broad chest heaving violently. Sweat streamed down his dark face like a stream, soaking his clothes. "This road is so difficult to walk on!" he complained, lifting his foot and struggling to step over a huge stone.

As the old man walked, he encouraged everyone, "Keep pushing, we'll be at the top soon." His voice was a little hoarse from exhaustion, but it was full of strength and hope. His pace was slow, but each step was steady.

The black-robed man's magic power had not yet fully recovered, his face still pale, his body trembling slightly, but his eyes gleamed with an unyielding light. He held the staff tightly, as if it was his only support.

As we climbed higher and higher, the air became thinner and thinner, and our breathing became more and more rapid. Every breath felt like pulling on a heavy bellows, as if our hearts and lungs were being torn apart.

"I... I can't breathe," the woman said with difficulty. Her voice was weak and trembling, as if it would be swallowed by the thin air in the next second.

Zhang Hao looked back at her, his eyes full of concern and encouragement, "Hold on, we're almost there!" His voice seemed a little vague in the whistling wind, but it was like a magic needle that stabilized the sea, giving the woman a glimmer of hope.

At that moment, the sky suddenly became overcast, and the bright sky suddenly became gloomy and dark. A strong wind howled, bending the branches and sending sand and stones flying. A storm was approaching.

"Oh no! Everyone, hurry up!" the old man shouted, his voice filled with anxiety and worry.

The wind began to howl, and raindrops as big as beans poured down, soaking their clothes in an instant. The mountain road became muddy and slippery, and every step they took could lead to a slip.

Zhang Hao held his sword tightly to prevent himself from slipping. "Everyone, be careful where you step!" His voice was drowned out by the sound of wind and rain, but his actions clearly conveyed a warning to everyone.

However, an accident still happened. The herbalist slipped, lost his balance, and fell down the mountain.

"Ah!" His cry sounded particularly shrill in the wind and rain, as if he was instantly swallowed up by the storm.

Zhang Hao was quick to act and grabbed his arm. Veins popped out of his arm from the exertion. "Hold on, I'll pull you up!" he shouted.

The woman, the old man and the man in black robes gathered around and worked together to slowly pull the herbalist up.

The herbalist lay on the ground, gasping for breath, "Thank you, thank you..." His voice was full of relief and gratitude for surviving the disaster.

After a difficult trek, they finally reached the top of the mountain.

The wind howled from the mountaintop, rustling their clothes. But the sight before them temporarily forgot their fatigue. The mountains in the distance rose and fell, shrouded in mist and clouds, like a fairyland. The sea of ​​clouds swirled like a turbulent ocean, ever-changing. Golden sunlight filtered through the gaps in the clouds, adding a touch of mystery to the magnificent scene.

"We did it!" the woman cried excitedly, her voice filled with joy and pride, tears welling in her eyes.

Everyone smiled at each other, their eyes filled with joy and pride. Those smiles reflected countless hardships and perseverance, and were a testament to their own efforts and gratitude to their companions.

But they knew that this was just a small victory in their journey, and there were more challenges waiting for them ahead. They took a short rest at the top of the mountain, replenished some physical strength, and prepared to face the unknown that lay ahead.

Zhang Hao looked into the distance, his mind racing with thoughts. "Although this journey has been difficult, we never gave up."

The old man nodded and said, "Yes, as long as we unite as one, nothing can stop us."

The man in black robe stood up and said, "Then let's move on."

Everyone stood up and walked towards the unknown front with firm belief...