Rise of the Otherworld.

The deep roar echoed through the maze, casting a shadow over everyone's hearts. Zhang Hao took a deep breath. "Everyone, be careful. Keep close to each other." His voice was firm and steady, trying to give everyone a sense of security. The sword at his side emitted a faint light, as if it was the only guide in the darkness.

The woman followed closely behind, the magic in her hand flickering, revealing her inner tension. Her eyes were filled with anxiety, but she tried to remain calm. "Everyone must be careful." Her voice trembled slightly, revealing her inner fear.

The old man walked steadily, muttering something, as if praying for everyone. He tapped the ground lightly with his staff, each step appearing to be extremely cautious. "Don't panic, or you'll lose your composure."

The black-robed man wore a gloomy expression, his magic pulsing at his fingertips, ready to respond to any emergency. His gaze was cold and sharp, as if filled with disdain for all this. "Hmph, just some tricks."

The herbalist and the little girl were walking in the middle. The herbalist's forehead was covered with sweat and he was so nervous that his breathing became rapid. "I... I'm scared." The little girl held on tightly to the corner of the herbalist's clothes, her face pale.

They slowly advanced through the maze, each step filled with the fear of the unknown. The ground beneath their feet was damp, emitting a lingering odor of decay. The flickering lights on the walls, sometimes brighter and sometimes dimming, made the entire maze seem even more eerie.

Suddenly, a mist appeared in the passage ahead and quickly spread. The mist was like a white tide, swallowing them up in an instant.

"Be careful of the fog!" Zhang Hao shouted, his voice sounding hollow in the mist.

But it was too late. Everyone was instantly enveloped by fog. Their vision was completely obscured, leaving only a vast expanse of white before their eyes, as if they were in an illusory world.

In the fog, vision became blurred and only the sound of each other's breathing and footsteps could be heard. The sound was distorted in the fog, making it difficult to tell the direction.

"Everyone, don't disperse!" the woman shouted anxiously. Her voice was filled with tears, and her hands were waving wildly in the air, trying to grab the people around her.

However, the fog seemed to have a mysterious power that gradually separated them. The once closely connected team was broken up, and everyone was left isolated and helpless.

Zhang Hao struggled to keep his bearings, but he quickly lost his way. Everything around him seemed strange and terrifying. "What the hell is this place!" he roared angrily. His voice echoed in the fog, but received no response.

At this moment, a sinister laugh came from the fog, making people's hair stand on end. The laugh seemed to come from the depths of hell, full of evil and mockery.

"Who!" Zhang Hao drew his sword and slashed in the direction of the sound, but hit nothing. The blade sliced ​​through the air, making a whirring sound that was particularly harsh in the silent fog.

Elsewhere, a woman groped alone in the fog, her heart filled with fear. Her heartbeat echoed in her ears, as if it were the only sound in the world.

Suddenly, a huge claw stretched out from the mist and attacked her. The claw was extremely sharp and brought gusts of cold wind.

"Ah!" The woman screamed in terror. She tried to cast a spell to resist, but in extreme fear, the light of the spell became weak and unstable.

At this critical moment, a ray of light shot from a distance...