Rise of the Otherworld.

With everyone's efforts, Stone Hand's attacks were gradually repelled. But at this moment, the atmosphere within the hall grew even more eerie. The originally light mist grew thicker, almost obscuring the scene before one's eyes. Like a heavy curtain, the mist enveloped every inch of space, as if to forever imprison everyone in this chaotic world.

"There's something fishy about this fog. Everyone, be careful!" Zhang Hao shouted. His voice was muffled in the mist, but it was filled with alertness. He held his sword across his body, leaning slightly forward, ready to respond to any attack.

Everyone stood back to back, observing their surroundings warily. Suddenly, waves of eerie laughter emanated from the mist. The laughter seemed to come from the depths of the underworld, carrying with it endless resentment and evil. Each laugh was like a sharp needle, piercing the depths of everyone's soul, leaving them with a chilling chill.

"Who is it? Stop playing tricks!" the mysterious man roared. His voice was filled with anger and impatience, and the weapon in his hand flashed coldly, ready to strike at any moment.

However, the only answer he received was chilling laughter. The laughter echoed through the mist, growing stronger and stronger, as if mocking their incompetence and helplessness. Then, blurry figures appeared in the mist, looming and drifting like ghosts, making it difficult to discern their true identities.

"Prepare for battle!" Zhang Hao gripped his sword tightly, his eyes filled with determination. His gaze was firm and cold, as if burning with the flames of war.

The woman began to chant a spell, her voice clear and melodious, standing out against the eerie atmosphere. The gem on her wand shone brightly, a light that grew stronger as she chanted, ready to unleash a powerful spell.

The old man pulled out several talismans from his pocket. These talismans were painted with mysterious patterns and emitted a faint spiritual energy. His eyes were focused and serious, ready to deal with any danger that might come at any time.

As the figures drew closer, the crowd finally saw they were a group of twisted evil spirits. Their faces were filled with pain and hatred, their eyes gleaming with strange lights. They lunged at the crowd with bared fangs and claws, emitting shrill cries.

Zhang Hao charged forward, his sword flashing like a bolt of lightning through the darkness. His swordsmanship was sharp and precise, each strike laced with the determination to kill. He engaged in a fierce battle with the evil spirit, his sword clashing with the demon's claws, producing a piercing sound.

Not to be outdone, the mysterious man weaved through the demonic realm like a ghost. His movements were swift and agile, his weapon transforming into phantoms, constantly reaping the lives of the demons. His face showed no trace of fear, only unwavering conviction and fearless courage.

The woman's magic was finally ready. A powerful beam of light emanated from her wand. The light, as dazzling as the sun, instantly drove back a swarm of evil spirits. Wherever the light reached, the spirits howled in pain and dissipated into wisps of black smoke.

However, the evil spirits grew in number, seemingly endless. They surged forward, one after another, fearless of death. The men gradually felt their strength wearying, wounds mounting. Blood flowed from their wounds, and the pain slowed their movements, but they gritted their teeth and persevered in the fight.

"This isn't going to work. We have to find their weakness!" Ling Yu shouted. Her voice was a little hoarse from exhaustion, but still full of wisdom and composure.

Just when everyone was struggling to hold on, the little girl suddenly said, "I saw they were afraid of the fire!" Although her voice was childish, it brought hope to everyone.

Upon hearing this, everyone immediately came up with an idea. The old man quickly lit the talisman and threw it at the evil spirits. The talisman burned in the air, transforming into balls of fire. The flames instantly illuminated the surroundings, and the evil spirits retreated in the light, their figures becoming distorted and blurred in the flames.

Zhang Hao seized the opportunity to lead a counterattack, his sword dancing in the flames, each strike carrying deadly force. The mysterious man and woman followed closely behind, their attacks coordinated seamlessly, forming a formidable defensive line.

After a fierce battle, the evil spirits were finally wiped out. The ground was covered with black smoke left behind by the evil spirits, and the air was filled with a pungent smell.

Everyone collapsed to the ground exhausted, gasping for breath. Their bodies had reached their limit, every cell screaming with exhaustion and pain.

Before they could recover, a low roar sounded again in the hall...