Rise of the Otherworld.

The vortex's force grew stronger, gradually pulling everyone's bodies toward its center. Zhang Hao felt his fingers were about to lose their grip on the protruding rock. His arms trembled from the excessive force, his muscles tensed to the point of breaking. "You must hold on!" he shouted through gritted teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, and beads of sweat dripped down his cheeks, dripping into the endless vortex.

The woman and the little girl hugged his legs tightly, their faces as pale as paper, and their bodies swayed violently in the strong wind.

"I... I can't hold on anymore!" The woman's voice was filled with tears. Her hands turned blue and purple from excessive force, and her knuckles turned white.

The little girl closed her eyes tightly, her small body swaying in the wind, and she kept repeating, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."

The herbalist's roots began to loosen, and his face was filled with despair, "I don't want to die!" He shouted loudly, but his voice seemed so small and helpless in the strong wind.

The man in black robe tried hard to maintain the output of magic power, but he could also feel that his magic power was rapidly consumed. His face became paler and paler, and there was a hint of fear in his eyes.

The old man tightly grasped his staff and tried to use spells to resist the strong suction, but it had little effect. Every spell was swallowed by the vortex as soon as it appeared.

"Everyone, don't give up!" the old man shouted, his voice filled with determination. His beard fluttered in the wind, but his eyes were unwavering.

At this moment, Zhang Hao suddenly discovered that there seemed to be some places on the edge of the vortex that could be used for leverage. The protruding rocks in those places seemed to be their last lifeline.

"Everyone go over there!" he shouted, his voice almost drowned out by the strong wind.

Upon hearing this, everyone gathered their last bit of strength and struggled to move in the direction Zhang Hao pointed. Every step forward was incredibly difficult, as if their bodies were being pulled by countless invisible hands.

The woman's hair was blown by the wind, blocking her vision, but she still held Zhang Hao's legs tightly, not daring to relax at all.

The herbalist's clothes were torn by the strong wind, and his body was covered with tiny wounds, but he still gritted his teeth and moved forward step by step.

The black-robed man's magic power had been exhausted, and he could only rely on the strength of his body to move forward in the wind with difficulty.

Finally, Zhang Hao was the first to reach the edge. He used all his strength to pull the woman and the little girl up.

"Quick, grab my hand!" he shouted.

The woman and the little girl stretched out their hands and grabbed Zhang Hao tightly.

Afterwards, the herbalist and the man in black robe also got rid of the suction of the vortex with everyone's help.

However, the vortex did not stop, but became even more violent. The whistling wind seemed to be its angry roar, and the entire space was shaking.

"How can I stop this?" Zhang Hao gasped. He looked at the vortex that was still spinning wildly, feeling helpless and confused.

The little girl looked at the whirlpool and suddenly said, "Maybe we need to find its source." Her voice was childish, but it was filled with a firm belief.

Everyone was stunned, and then they understood what the little girl meant.

"Then give it a try!" the old man said. There was a hint of fatigue in his voice, but more of determination.

They followed the edge of the vortex, searching for its source. Along the way, the wind howled, and their steps stumbled. Every step required immense effort, as if they were fighting against the entire world.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, they finally discovered a core emitting a strange light. The core was like a giant crystal ball, with a multicolored light flowing inside, mysterious and dangerous.

"Could this be the source of the vortex?" Zhang Hao muttered to himself.

Just as they approached the core, a powerful force pushed them away again...