Rise of the Otherworld.

Zhang Hao struggled desperately under the attacks of the giant stone statue, his clothes ripped and his body awash with wounds. But his gaze remained resolute, constantly searching for the statue's flaws. Each time he dodged the statue's attack, his energy was greatly depleted, but within him burned an unyielding fire.

"There must be a way to defeat you!" Zhang Hao roared, swinging his sword at the statue again. This time, he noticed a brief pause between attacks. At that moment, a glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes, like a ray of light in the darkness.

Seizing this opportunity, Zhang Hao nimbly circled behind the statue and, with all his might, plunged his sword into its joints. The statue let out a dull roar, like an ancient beast roaring in pain. His arm trembled slightly from the exertion, but he didn't relax, gripping the hilt tightly, attempting to further disrupt the statue's ability to move.

Elsewhere, a woman struggled forward through the mist. The strange sounds grew closer, and her heartbeat accelerated. Every step felt like treading on the edge of a knife, and fear followed her everywhere. Suddenly, a pale hand reached out from the mist and grasped her ankle. The hand was icy cold, as if it had come from the abyss.

"Ah!" the woman screamed in terror, struggling desperately. Her voice echoed through the mist, filled with despair and terror. She waved her magic wand, and a beam of light shot towards the hand. The light and darkness collided, making a crackling sound. The hand instantly loosened, and the woman took the opportunity to break free, continuing to grope forward in the mist, one foot deep and one foot shallow.

The old man dodged left and right in a trap-ridden passage. A boulder tumbled down, brushing his shoulder and causing a sharp pain. He gritted his teeth, veins popping on his forehead as sweat poured down. He seized the opportunity and leaped over a deep, sharp trap, only to have the corner of his clothing ripped by the spikes, leaving him in a dangerous position.

The herbalist, cornered by the strange creatures, closed his eyes in despair, awaiting death. However, at that moment, he felt a packet of powder at his waist, which he used to repel wild animals while collecting herbs. A glimmer of hope surged in his heart, and he suddenly sprinkled the powder at the creatures. The powder dispersed in the air, forming a misty cloud. The creatures, irritated by the powder, retreated, emitting sharp cries. The herbalist seized the opportunity to escape, desperately running forward. His breathing was rapid, and his legs felt heavy as if they were filled with lead, but the desire to survive drove him forward.

Time ticked by, each struggling desperately in their own predicament. Every second seemed like an eternity, every effort tinged with the desperate desire to survive. Zhang Hao finally succeeded in halting the statue's attack. He collapsed to the ground, gasping for air. The woman gradually emerged from the fog, the scene before her becoming clearer. Her legs gave way, and she could barely stand.

The old man avoided all the traps and arrived at a relatively safe place. He leaned against the wall, his body slowly sliding down, his face full of fatigue. The herbalist escaped the strange creature's pursuit, his heart still beating violently, as if it was about to jump out of his throat.

When they returned to the fork in the road exhausted, they found each other in a state of disarray. Their clothes were torn and their bodies were stained with blood, but their eyes revealed a trace of relief at having survived the disaster.

"Everyone is fine, that's great." Zhang Hao breathed a sigh of relief. His voice was hoarse and filled with endless fatigue, but he managed a smile on his face.

"But we still haven't found a way out," the woman said worriedly. Her eyes dimmed as she gazed at the dark cave ahead, her heart filled with confusion.

"Don't lose heart, as long as we don't give up, we will definitely find it," the old man encouraged everyone. His voice was weak but full of strength.

At this moment, a slight tremor came from deep within the cave. The ground began to tremble slightly, and there were signs of rocks above the head falling.

"What's going on?" the herbalist shouted in horror.

Zhang Hao frowned, "I don't know, but it's definitely not a good thing. Everyone be careful!"

The tremors grew stronger, as if the entire cave was about to collapse. Everyone's faces grew uglier, and they huddled together, prepared to face the unknown danger.

Suddenly, a huge crack appeared in front of them, and a strong airflow surged out of the crack, sucking them in...