Rise of the Otherworld.

The strange ripples grew stronger, spreading outward like ripples. These ripples carried a strange energy, thickening the air around them and making every breath incredibly difficult. Zhang Hao and the others stared nervously into the depths of the passage, their hearts once again in their throats. Nerves, which had just relaxed slightly after defeating the giant, were instantly tense to the utmost.

The woman felt the surge, her brow furrowed, her beautiful face now filled with worry and confusion. "This power is so unfamiliar, unlike anything we've encountered before." Her voice trembled slightly, and her hands unconsciously clutched the corners of her clothes.

The old man panted heavily and struggled to stand up. His body was covered in wounds from the previous battle, but his eyes were still determined. "No matter what, everyone, be careful," he said, pulling a pill from his pocket with trembling hands and swallowing it, trying to regain some strength.

The black-robed figure clasped his hands together, silently sensing the source and nature of the fluctuations. Beads of sweat covered his forehead, and magical energy loomed around his body, forming a faint halo.

The herbalist gripped his stick tightly, his body trembling uncontrollably, his simple face filled with fear. "I... I'm scared," he cried, his legs weak and he could barely stand.

Zhang Hao looked resolutely in the direction of the wave. There was no trace of retreat in his eyes, only determination to move forward. "Don't be afraid. We will face this together." His voice was steady and powerful, bringing a sense of courage and comfort to the others.

As the wave approached, the air around them seemed to thicken, and every movement felt like struggling in a quagmire. The light in the passage began to flicker, sometimes brighter and sometimes darker, distorting everyone's figures.

Suddenly, a vague figure appeared and disappeared amidst the fluctuations. The figure was like a ghost, making it difficult to grasp.

"What is that?" the woman exclaimed, her voice trembling, her eyes wide with fear and curiosity.

Everyone was focused, staring at the figure warily. Their hearts were beating so fast that they felt like they were about to burst out of their chests.

The figure gradually became clearer. It was a mysterious man in strange attire. His clothes were embroidered with intricate patterns, shimmering with a mysterious light. He wore a mask, his features obscured, revealing only a pair of eyes that gleamed coldly.

The mysterious man exuded a powerful and mysterious aura, which made Zhang Hao and others feel oppressed. This aura was like a mountain pressing down on one's head, making it almost impossible to breathe.

"You shouldn't come here." The mysterious man's voice was low and hoarse, as if it came from the abyss of the underworld, carrying endless chill.

Zhang Hao took a step forward, his sword trembling slightly in his hand, but he still pointed it firmly at the mysterious man. "We're just looking for a way out." His voice was filled with stubbornness and unyielding spirit.

The mysterious man sneered, "Way out? There is no way out here, only death." His voice echoed in the passage, making people shudder.

After saying this, the mysterious man raised his hand, and a powerful force rushed towards everyone. This force was like a black torrent, surging and unstoppable.

Zhang Hao and the others hurriedly resisted, unleashing their unique skills. Zhang Hao swung his sword, its blade gleaming with light, attempting to sever the force. The woman cast a magical shield, its light shimmering, attempting to withstand the powerful onslaught. The old man continuously cast talismans, which burned in the air, transforming into streaks of light in an attempt to weaken the mysterious man's power. The black-robed figure concentrated all his magic power, forming a massive magic ball between his hands, which he blasted towards the mysterious man's force.

But the force was too overwhelming, and they were instantly repelled. Zhang Hao's body slammed heavily against the wall, spurting blood from his mouth. The woman's magic shield shattered instantly, and she was sent flying by the powerful force. The talisman in the old man's hand turned to ash, and he himself fell to the ground. The black-robed man's magic ball was instantly devoured, his face pale and his body shaky.

"Everyone, be careful!" Zhang Hao shouted. His voice was weak from injury, but still full of concern.

The woman got up from the ground with blood at the corner of her mouth. She cast a spell again, trying to reorganize her defense.

The old man struggled to get up, muttering to himself, preparing to cast a more powerful spell.

The man in black robe gritted his teeth, gathered his magic power again, and a determined light flashed in his eyes.

The herbalist watched anxiously from the side, his eyes full of helplessness, but he suddenly thought of something, took out a small bottle from his arms and threw it to the mysterious man.

The bottle shattered in mid-air, emitting a pungent odor. The mysterious man was disturbed by the smell and paused his attack.

Can everyone take the opportunity to attack again and turn the situation around?