Rise of the Otherworld.

At this moment, a tentacle rolled towards the little girl. The tentacle moved extremely fast, like a black lightning.

"No!" the woman screamed, throwing herself at the little girl with all her might. Her eyes were filled with fear and determination, as if she wanted to use her body to build a line of defense for the little girl.

Zhang Hao, quick-witted and swift-handed, swung his sword at the tentacle. The blade collided with the tentacle, sending a stream of black liquid splattering. The liquid had a pungent, sickening smell. But the tentacle merely paused, continuing forward. Zhang Hao's arm was numb from the recoil, but he didn't flinch, raising his sword once more.

Seeing this, the old man poured the last of his magic power into his staff, and a strong light shot out, temporarily repelling the tentacles. The strong light was like a ray of hope, but it seemed so weak.

"Go!" the old man shouted. His voice became hoarse from the excessive consumption of magic power, and his body was shaky.

Everyone took the opportunity to retreat with the little girl, but the tentacles followed them like a shadow, chasing them relentlessly. Every step back seemed so difficult, as if there was an endless quagmire under their feet.

The herbalist fell down in a panic and was about to be grabbed by the tentacles. His face was full of despair, and his hands were scratching at the ground.

The black-robed man quickly turned around, grabbed the herbalist, and continued to run. His movements were agile, but there was a hint of fear in his eyes.

While resisting the attack of the tentacles, Zhang Hao shouted, "This is not a solution. We must find a way to destroy that magic circle!" His voice sounded particularly firm in the fierce battle, and sweat kept flowing down his cheeks.

"But we can't get close!" the woman said anxiously. Her voice was tearful and her heart was filled with helplessness.

The tentacles grew in number, and the space for everyone to move around was constantly compressed. The air around them seemed to become sticky, making it difficult to breathe.

"Let's fight!" Zhang Hao gritted his teeth, a powerful aura erupting from his body. He rushed towards the magic circle, the sword in his hand shining brightly. His figure was like a shooting star, with no hesitation.

However, before he could get close, several tentacles whipped him back hard, and his body flew away like a kite with a broken string.

"Zhang Hao!" everyone exclaimed, their voices filled with worry and heartache.

Zhang Hao fell to the ground, spitting blood. His vision began to blur, but his faith remained firm.

"Haha, you can't escape!" A sinister voice came from the magic circle. The voice seemed to come from hell, full of endless mockery.

"Who the hell are you?" the black-robed man shouted angrily. His eyes burned with rage, and he wanted to rush in and fight the owner of that voice to the death.

"I am the guardian of this treasure box. You greedy fellows who attempt to obtain the power of the treasure box will only end in death!"

"We are not greedy, we are just looking for hope of survival!" said the old man. His voice was weak but full of justice.

"Humph, quibbling!"

Just when everyone was in despair, the little girl suddenly broke free from the woman's arms and rushed towards the magic circle. Her tiny figure seemed so fragile in the darkness, yet so brave.

"Come back!" the woman cried in fear. She stretched out her hand, trying to grab the little girl, but she only grabbed empty space.

A soft light emanated from the little girl, and the tentacles stopped under the light. The light was like the first ray of sunshine in the morning, warm and full of hope.

The voice in the magic circle was also filled with surprise: "How... is this possible?"

Everyone seized the opportunity and rushed forward, using their final tricks to attack the magic circle. The woman's magic shone like a bright star, the old man's staff unleashed its last powerful force, the herbalist threw the last of his treasured herbal bomb, and the black-robed man's dagger flashed with a cold light.

Light and power intertwined together, forming a powerful impact that rushed towards the magic circle.

The magic circle began to tremble under this impact, and the light became unstable.

"Try harder!" Zhang Hao struggled to stand up and swung his sword towards the magic circle again.

Everyone's power gathered together, and finally, the magic circle made a loud noise and shattered...