Rise of the Otherworld.

Everyone opened their eyes and found themselves in an unfamiliar space. Chaos reigned all around them, with no sense of up, down, left, or right. Only an endless, slowly flowing mist swirled around them. The mist, like a thick liquid, slowly swirled, giving the illusion of being trapped in a quagmire.

Zhang Hao looked around vigilantly, his eyes full of caution, "Where is this?" He gripped his sword tightly, the veins on his arms bulged due to tension, and the sword's blade flickered faintly in this chaotic environment.

The woman held the little girl's hand tightly, her face full of worry, "I don't know, but it feels like it's full of unknown dangers." She could feel the little girl's hand trembling slightly, so she held it even harder, trying to give her some courage and strength.

The old man looked solemn, his eyes scanning back and forth in the fog, "Everyone be careful, this may be a test brought by the crystal ball." His voice was low and serious, and he held the staff tightly in his hand, ready to deal with any possible danger at any time.

As soon as he finished speaking, figures suddenly appeared in the mist, gradually becoming clearer. They were actually a group of hideous monsters. These monsters were tall, with bulging muscles, sharp claws flashing with cold light, and their mouths exuded a pungent breath.

"Prepare for battle!" Zhang Hao shouted, rushing forward without hesitation, sword in hand. His figure flashed through the mist like a flash of lightning, instantly engaging the monsters in close combat. The sword clashed with the monsters' claws, making a sharp sound.

The woman cast a spell, and light exploded among the monsters. Like brilliant fireworks, it instantly illuminated the surrounding darkness. Each ray of light held immense power, and when it struck the monsters, it made a dull sound.

The herbalist also wielded his stick with unparalleled ferocity. He roared, as if venting all his fear. The stick flew through his hands with such force that, while it didn't cause much damage, it bought time for the others.

The black-robed figure stood by, observing the monster coldly, searching for its weaknesses. His gaze was cold and sharp, like a cheetah waiting for its chance.

The old man continued to cast spells, providing support for the others. The spells transformed into rays of light and flew towards the monsters, some of which could slow the monsters down, and some could weaken their strength.

The monsters were powerful, and the crowd gradually felt overwhelmed. Zhang Hao's body was already covered in wounds, and blood stained his clothes. The woman's magic light also dimmed. The herbalist's physical strength gradually depleted, and the swing of the wooden stick became slower and slower.

"This isn't a solution!" Zhang Hao gasped. A hint of despair flashed through his eyes, but he didn't stop swinging his sword.

Just then, the little girl seemed to have discovered something.

"Look, everyone! Those monsters' eyes!" the little girl shouted. Her voice was clear and loud, and it was especially clear in the chaotic battle.

Everyone followed her gaze and saw that the monster's eyes were flashing with a strange light. That light seemed to contain some mysterious power.

"Perhaps that's their weakness!" the old man said, his voice tinged with excitement, as if he had seen the dawn of victory.

Zhang Hao heard this and mustered up his courage again, attacking the monster's eyes. He used all his strength and thrust his sword straight into the monster's eyes.

Sure enough, the monster that was hit in the eye fell down instantly and let out a painful roar.

Seeing this, everyone followed suit. Suddenly, light and weapons rushed towards the monster's eyes.

After a fierce battle, the monsters were finally wiped out, and everyone collapsed to the ground exhausted, gasping for breath.

However, before they could breathe a sigh of relief, the space shifted again. The originally chaotic mist began to swirl rapidly, forming a massive vortex. A powerful suction force emerged from the vortex, attempting to draw everyone in.

"Oh no, everyone, grab what's around you!" the old man shouted.

Zhang Hao quickly reached out and grabbed a protruding rock. The woman and the little girl hugged his legs tightly. The herbalist clung to a tree root, and the man in black robes used magic to fix himself in place.

The vortex's power grew stronger and stronger, and everyone's bodies were gradually pulled towards the center of the vortex...