Rise of the Otherworld.

The battle lasted for a long time, and everyone gradually became exhausted. But they still gritted their teeth and persisted, without the slightest thought of retreating.

Zhang Hao's sword was already somewhat bent, its blade covered in nicks. His arms ached from the prolonged swinging, each swing feeling like it was bearing a tremendous weight. But his gaze remained steadfast, a resolute gaze like a burning flame. He threw every blow with all his might, driven by an unwavering determination.

The woman's magical light grew fainter. She gasped for breath, her chest heaving violently. Sweat trickled down her cheeks and dripped onto the ground beneath her feet. But she continued to cast magic, providing support to everyone. The faint magical light flickered in the darkness, but never extinguished.

The light on the old man's staff flickered, like a candle in the wind, ready to go out at any moment. His steps began to falter, each one heavy, but the incantation never ceased. The ancient and mysterious spell continued to flow from his mouth, as if it were a final stand.

The herbalist and the black-robed man were covered in wounds, their clothes stained red with blood, the bright red glaring in the darkness. The herbalist's herbal tools were broken, and the black-robed man's dagger was cracked, but their movements remained unwavering, fighting the phantom beast in close combat, each attack laced with resolute courage.

The little girl watched anxiously, her hands clenched into fists, her eyes filled with tears. She wanted to help but didn't know where to start.

"Everyone, hold on a little longer!" Zhang Hao shouted, a hint of fatigue in his voice. His voice was a little hoarse amid the fierce battle, but it was full of power, inspiring everyone to continue fighting.

At this moment, a phantom beast broke through the defense line and pounced on the little girl. The phantom beast was extremely fast, like a black lightning.

"Be careful!" the woman screamed. Her voice became sharp with fear, and her heart seemed to stop beating in an instant.

Zhang Hao turned around instantly, using up his last bit of strength to throw the sword at the phantom beast. His action was decisive and resolute, without the slightest hesitation.

The sword hit the phantom beast accurately, and it screamed and fell to the ground. At that moment, time seemed to stand still, and only the phantom beast's screams echoed in the air.

However, more phantom beasts surged forward, as if enraged, becoming even more frantic and ferocious. Everyone was once again in trouble, surrounded by phantom beasts, their eerie eyes flickering in the darkness.

"This isn't going to work. We have to find their weakness!" the black-robed man shouted. His voice was filled with anxiety and anger, and his eyes revealed a hint of despair.

The old man gasped and said, "I've been observing, and they seem to be afraid of strong light!" His voice was weak and trembling, but it brought a glimmer of hope to everyone.

Upon hearing this, the woman concentrated her mind and cast an extremely powerful light magic. The light was like the rising sun, instantly illuminating the entire dark space.

The phantom beasts were enveloped by the light, their movements suddenly becoming sluggish. They struggled in the light, howling in pain.

Everyone seized the opportunity to attack, and the phantom beasts dissipated in the light. Each attack was filled with endless anger and determination. Although their movements were tired, they were full of power.

After a bitter battle, the phantom beasts were finally wiped out. The battlefield was filled with the smell of blood and exhaustion, and everyone collapsed on the ground exhausted.

"Finally solved." The herbalist sat down on the ground, breathing heavily. His voice was filled with relief at having survived the ordeal. His body felt like it was falling apart, and he had no strength left.

Everyone collapsed on the ground exhausted, breathing in the fresh air in big gulps, as if they had just walked through hell.

After a short rest, they continued on their way.

Not long after walking, we came across a huge maze. The walls of the maze were tall and thick, and were covered with strange symbols and patterns, which made us dizzy.

"What should I do?" The woman frowned as she looked at the intricate road ahead. Her eyes were filled with confusion and helplessness, as if she were lost in this endless maze.

Zhang Hao said: "We will search for the exit separately and send out signals every once in a while." His voice was tired but still firm.

Everyone nodded in agreement and walked into different passages.

Zhang Hao walked cautiously through the maze, each turn making him wary. The maze's narrow and winding paths, dimly lit, gave him a strange feeling of oppression.

Suddenly, he heard footsteps approaching. His heartbeat quickened, and he gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, leaning against the wall and observing his surroundings warily.

The footsteps were particularly clear in the silent maze, like a countdown to death. Zhang Hao's breathing became rapid, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead...