Rise of the Otherworld.

Guided by the immortal, the group decided to set out immediately for the mysterious ruins. They packed their bags, their eyes filled with determination and resolve. Everyone knew this was a life-or-death adventure, but to escape the threat of evil and for the hope of survival, they embarked on this journey without hesitation.

Zhang Hao walked at the front of the group, sword tightly gripped, vigilantly observing his surroundings. His posture was as straight as a pine tree, his eyes as sharp as an eagle, never missing a single glimmer of danger. "Everyone, be careful. This journey might not be safe." His voice was deep and powerful, echoing through the silent forest like a shot of adrenaline.

The woman followed him, the magic wand in her hand emitting a faint glow, a beacon of hope in the gloomy forest. Her expression was tense and focused, ready to respond to any emergency. With every step, she carefully sensed the fluctuations of the magical elements around her.

The old man held the little girl's hand. Although his steps were a little unsteady, his eyes were determined. As he walked, he gently comforted the little girl: "Don't be afraid, child, your grandfather is here and will protect you." The little girl snuggled up to the old man, her eyes filled with fear, but she nodded with all her might.

Lingyu and the mysterious man flanked the group, keeping a watchful eye on their surroundings. Lingyu's gaze was as sharp and alert as a deer's, while the mysterious man remained silent, his weapon gleaming with a cold light, as if ready for battle at any moment.

They walked along the rugged mountain road. The trees on both sides were tall and gloomy, their branches intertwined, blocking out most of the sunlight and making the road seem particularly dim. Occasionally, the sound of unknown birds chirped, which seemed particularly abrupt in the silent forest, as if warning them not to get too close.

"This place has a strange aura," the mysterious man whispered. His voice was very low, as if he was afraid of disturbing something hidden in the darkness.

As they were talking, a fog suddenly appeared in front of them. It was a vast expanse of white, making it impossible to see the road ahead. The fog was like a thick curtain, completely blocking their sight.

"Everyone, be careful and don't get separated," Zhang Hao warned. His voice was a little muffled in the fog, but still firm and powerful.

As they cautiously entered the mist, they felt the temperature around them plummet, a chill sweeping across their faces. The chill seemed to penetrate their bones, making them shiver uncontrollably.

The little girl couldn't help but shiver, "Grandpa, I'm scared." Her voice was tearful, and her little hands tightly grasped the corner of the old man's clothes.

The old man patted her hand gently and said, "Don't be afraid, child, we are here." Although his voice was gentle, it could not hide his inner nervousness.

In the fog, their vision was severely restricted, and they could only grope their way forward. They took every step carefully, fearing they would step into an unknown trap. Suddenly, a sinister laugh echoed through the fog. It seemed to come from the depths of hell, filled with evil and mockery.

"Who is it?" Zhang Hao shouted. His voice echoed in the fog, but no one responded.

The laughter did not answer, but continued to echo, making people's hair stand on end. The laughter seemed to surround their ears, following them like a shadow.

"I'm afraid this is some kind of evil spirit at work," Ling Yu said. Her voice trembled slightly, but she tried to remain calm.

At this moment, dark shadows appeared from the fog and rushed towards them. Those shadows were like ghosts, moving at an extremely fast speed, making them difficult to grasp.

Everyone rushed to fight. Zhang Hao's sword swung in the mist, emitting a series of cold light. Each strike carried his anger and determination. The sword shadow flashed and fiercely collided with the black shadow.

The woman's magical light illuminated a small area around her. She muttered something, and her wand unleashed a powerful magical force. Wherever the light reached, the shadows retreated, but soon pounced again.

The mysterious man relied on his agility to deal with the shadows. His figure was like a phantom, moving freely between the shadows, and the weapon in his hand accurately hit the shadows' vital points.

The old man also used his own magic. Talismans flew out of his hands and turned into powerful forces, repelling many dark shadows.

After a fierce battle, the shadows were finally driven back, and the fog gradually dissipated. Everyone's body was covered in sweat and wounds, but their eyes remained firm.

"Everyone, take a rest and treat your wounds first," said Zhang Hao.

They found a relatively flat spot to sit down and began to treat the wounds. The woman took out some herbs from her backpack and applied them to everyone.

"This has just begun. We don't know how many dangers are waiting for us." said the mysterious man.

"But we won't back down." Ling Yu said firmly.

After a short rest, everyone set out on their journey again. Although their steps were heavy, they were full of determination...