Rise of the Otherworld.

At night, a sudden burst of noisy footsteps was heard outside the inn. Zhang Hao and others stood up alertly, with a bad premonition in their hearts.

"Everyone, be careful! That rich young man from the day before might be bringing his men here," Zhang Hao said in a low voice. His eyes were filled with tension and determination. He gripped his sword tightly, his body tense, ready to fight at any moment.

The woman clenched her magic wand, and the old man also held his staff tightly. The herbalist hid in a corner, his body trembling slightly. His face was as pale as paper, and his lips trembled. "What should we do? We won't die here, will we?"

"Bang!" The inn door was violently kicked open, and a group of armed men rushed in. Leading the charge was none other than the wealthy young man from the day before. A ferocious grin adorned his face, his eyes filled with the pleasure of revenge. "Hmph, today is the day you die!" the wealthy young man declared viciously. He was dressed in a luxurious brocade robe, which was particularly dazzling under the light.

Zhang Hao stepped forward and said, "Don't go too far!" His voice was loud and firm, his eyes were like torches, staring straight at the rich young man.

"Too much? In this small town, I am the law! Charge!" The wealthy young man gave an order, and his men surged forward like a tide. They brandished their swords and guns, and the shouts of killing were deafening.

Zhang Hao and the old man fought fiercely. Zhang Hao's sword gleamed coldly through the air, each strike carrying a fierce momentum. The old man's staff shimmered with a mysterious light, unleashing spells in an attempt to block the enemy's attack. The woman cast magical support from the side. The tip of her staff erupted in brilliant light, transforming into a barrage of attacks that flew towards the enemy. For a moment, the inn was a scene of flashing swords and flashing magical lights. Tables, chairs, and benches were smashed to pieces, leaving a devastated mess.

However, the enemy, outnumbered, gradually gained the upper hand. Zhang Hao's body was marred by wounds, blood staining his clothes red, but he gritted his teeth and fought tenaciously. The old man was panting, sweat beading his forehead, and his spellcasting became sluggish.

At this moment, there was a sudden cry of killing outside.

"Oh no! Another force is intervening!" The rich young man's face changed. His originally smug expression instantly turned nervous, and his eyes were filled with doubt and uneasiness.

A group of men in black rushed in and engaged in a melee with the rich young man's men. The scene became even more chaotic, with shouts and the sound of weapons clashing. The men in black were all agile and their moves were fierce, and they quickly subdued the rich young man's men.

Zhang Hao and others took the opportunity to hide aside and observe the situation.

"What's going on?" the herbalist asked in surprise, his eyes wide open and his face filled with disbelief.

"I don't know, but we need to take advantage of the chaos to find an opportunity to leave," Zhang Hao said. He searched for a way out in the chaotic crowd, thinking about how to escape safely.

They moved quietly towards the door, but were discovered by a man in black.

"Stop!" the man in black shouted, swinging his knife at them. The knife flashed in the darkness, carrying a deadly threat.

Zhang Hao quickly raised his sword to block, "Go!" His voice was full of anxiety, and he used all his strength to block the attack of the man in black.

The woman and the old man rushed out of the inn with the little girl and the herbalist.

Zhang Hao fought and retreated, finally getting rid of the men in black and catching up with the others. They ran wildly in the dark alley, their footsteps sounding particularly clear in the silent night.

"What do we do now?" the woman asked, her breathing rapid and her face covered in sweat.

"Let's find a place to hide first." Zhang Hao said, his eyes searching everywhere, hoping to find a safe hiding place.

They weaved through the small alleys of the town, the cries of killing gradually fading away. The narrow alleys were filled with a damp smell, and the moss on the walls looked eerie and terrifying in the moonlight.

Finally, they found an abandoned house and hid in. The house was filled with a rotten smell and the corners were filled with debris.

"What secrets does this town hide? Why did such a fight suddenly break out?" the old man gasped. He leaned against the wall, breathing heavily, his face full of confusion and worry.

Zhang Hao frowned and fell into deep thought. He recalled the various anomalies that had occurred since entering the town, and vaguely formed some guesses in his mind.

At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps outside the house...

The footsteps grew closer, each one seeming to tread upon everyone's heart. Zhang Hao motioned for silence, tiptoed to the window, and peered out through the crack. He saw a figure slowly approaching in the moonlight. His face was unclear, but the figure exuded a mysterious aura.

Zhang Hao's heart was in his throat and he gripped the sword tightly in his hand.

The figure stopped outside the house, seemingly listening. After a moment, he slowly spoke, "Friends inside, come out. I mean no harm."

Zhang Hao and the others looked at each other, unsure whether they should believe this mysterious man...