Rise of the Otherworld.

The intense vibrations emanating from the depths of the tunnel caused everyone to stagger and sway. The entire tunnel seemed to have transformed into a maddened beast, writhing wantonly, attempting to devour them. Stones fell overhead, stirring up clouds of dust that instantly spread, making the already dim passage even more obscure.

Zhang Hao shouted, "Everyone, be careful!" His voice was faint amidst the rumbling sound, but it was filled with anxiety and worry. As he shouted, he protected his head with his sword and vigilantly observed the situation around him.

The woman looked around in horror, her eyes filled with helplessness and fear. "What the hell is going on?" Her voice was filled with tears, and her fragile body was shaking like a leaf in the wind.

The old man's expression was grave, the wrinkles on his weathered face now even deeper. "I'm afraid it has something to do with the magical weapon that mysterious person mentioned." His voice was low and hoarse, his eyes revealing worry about the unknown.

The mysterious man revealed a strange smile at this time, "Haha, you will all die here!" His laughter was particularly harsh in this chaotic environment, and a nameless anger rose in people's hearts.

The herbalist glared at the mysterious man, "It's all your fault!" He waved the stick in his hand, wanting to rush up and beat the mysterious man up immediately. His face flushed red, and his anger made him forget the danger he was in.

The man in black robe tried hard to steady himself. "Don't worry about him for now. Think about how to deal with this vibration." His voice was calm and rational, trying to keep everyone clear-headed.

As the shaking intensified, cracks began to appear in the walls, spreading rapidly like a spider web. Each crack resembled a ferocious mouth, ready to devour everyone. It seemed on the verge of collapse, and rubble continued to fall from overhead, hitting the ground with a dull thud.

Zhang Hao made a prompt decision, "Run back and find a safe place!" His voice was decisive and resolute, pointing the way for everyone.

Everyone turned around and ran back in the direction they came from, their footsteps stumbling on the shaking ground, each step filled with difficulty and danger.

While running, the woman accidentally fell down. "Ah!" Her scream was almost drowned out by the noisy environment. Zhang Hao quickly helped her up. "Be careful!" He put his arm around the woman's waist tightly and continued running with her.

The herbalist ran and shouted, "Hurry up, hurry up!" His voice became sharp because of fear, and his legs moved desperately, not daring to stop for a moment.

The old man, due to his age, gradually fell behind, his breathing was rapid, his steps were heavy, and he seemed ready to collapse at any moment.

The man in black robe looked back and saw this, then turned around and pulled the old man up without hesitation, "Don't fall behind!" His voice was full of encouragement and persistence, and he dragged the old man forward with all his strength.

Finally, they stopped in a relatively spacious area, temporarily avoiding the falling rocks. The ground here was relatively stable, and there were no obvious cracks in the walls.

"What should I do?" the woman asked anxiously, her chest heaving violently, her beautiful face covered in dust and sweat.

Zhang Hao thought for a moment and said, "Wait until the vibration subsides a little, then we will continue to look for a way out." His eyes were firm, and he tried to stay calm, thinking about the strategy to deal with it.

The mysterious man sneered, "Stop dreaming, you can't escape." His voice was full of schadenfreude, as if he was enjoying everyone's despair.

The herbalist rushed over and wanted to beat him up, "You bastard, still talking nonsense!" He raised his fist high, his anger had made him lose his mind.

Zhang Hao stopped the herbalist, "Don't be impulsive, now is not the time." He grabbed the herbalist's arm tightly, with a look of restraint and persuasion in his eyes.

At this moment, the shaking suddenly stopped and the surroundings fell into a dead silence. The deathly silence made people feel even more uneasy, like the calm before the storm.

Everyone looked at each other, unsure of what would happen next. Exhaustion and tension were written all over their faces, and their heartbeats were especially clear in the silence.

The woman grabbed the corner of Zhang Hao's clothes tightly, "Is there still danger?" Her voice trembled, and her body involuntarily moved closer to Zhang Hao.

The old man gasped, "Rest for a while and recover your strength." He slowly sat down against the wall, his face as pale as paper.

The black-robed man observed his surroundings vigilantly, "Everyone, don't let your guard down."

The mysterious man closed his eyes, as if waiting for something.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the tense atmosphere still enveloped everyone...