Rise of the Otherworld.

As the mysterious figures approached, the crowd's joy gave way to a moment of alarm. The sunlight shone upon them, but it couldn't dispel the inexplicable sense of oppression. Their footsteps were especially heavy in the silent open space, as if each step carried an irresistible threat.

Zhang Hao gripped his sword tightly, his gaze fixed on the approaching men. His eyes were filled with determination and resolve, as if no obstacle could stop him. Each approaching man wore a black cloak, his face obscured by shadows, his true form unclear. But the aura emanating from them made it clear they were not kind.

"Who are you?" Zhang Hao asked loudly, his voice full of vigilance. His voice echoed in the empty space, carrying an unquestionable majesty.

The leader slowly raised his head, revealing a pair of sharp eyes that betrayed a coldness and greed. "Hand over what you found in the ruins, and I'll spare your life." His voice was low and hoarse, like a messenger from hell.

The woman snorted coldly, "Why? This is what we got after going through so much hardship." Her face was full of anger and indomitable spirit, and the magic wand in her hand was shining, ready to fight at any time.

The mysterious man sneered, "If you don't accept my toast, then don't blame us for being rude." He waved his hand, and the mysterious men behind him surged up like a tide.

After that, the mysterious men drew their weapons and attacked the crowd. For a moment, the sound of swords flashed and the shouts of killing filled the air.

Zhang Hao confronted an enemy, swords clashing, sparks flying. His nimble form and sharp moves instantly gave him the upper hand. Each swing of his sword was imbued with immense power and precise judgment, leaving the enemy with a difficult defense.

The woman cast a spell, sending beams of light blazing at the enemy. The beams, as bright as shooting stars and imbued with powerful magic, relieved Zhang Hao's pressure while also causing considerable trouble for the enemy.

Ling Yu and the mysterious man, unwilling to be outdone, engaged in a fierce battle with the enemy. Ling Yu's talismans danced through the air, transforming into streams of fire and frost, attacking the enemy. The mysterious man, with his agility and ruthless moves, weaved between the enemies, delivering fatal blows.

The old man cast a spell on the crowd, enhancing their strength. He chanted something, and the staff in his hand emitted a soft light, enveloping everyone, increasing their strength and speed.

The little girl hid behind a big rock, covering her eyes with her hands. Her body was shaking and her heart was filled with fear, but she couldn't help but peek at the battle situation through the cracks between her fingers.

The battle intensified, and the mysterious man's strength was not to be underestimated. Everyone gradually felt a bit exhausted. Their attacks became more and more fierce, leaving everyone overwhelmed.

At this moment, Zhang Hao discovered the mysterious man's weakness and stabbed him in the vitals with his sword, defeating him. His sword was stained with blood, but his face showed no fear.

"Come on, everyone! They can't hold on for much longer!" Zhang Hao shouted. His voice was filled with encouragement and strength, rekindling everyone's fighting spirit.

Inspired by Zhang Hao, everyone regained their spirits and fought hard. They had only one belief in their hearts, that is to protect the things in the ruins and protect each other.

After a bitter battle, the mysterious men finally began to retreat. Their figures looked somewhat disheveled in the sunlight, and the leader glanced back at the others, his eyes filled with resentment and resentment.

"Don't let them get away!" the mysterious man shouted, trying to chase them. His face was filled with anger and murderous intent, and he wished he could wipe out all these mysterious people.

"Don't chase after a desperate enemy. Let's rest first," Zhang Hao said. His voice was calm, but it also revealed a hint of fatigue.

Everyone sat together, checking each other's injuries. Everyone had wounds to varying degrees, and their clothes were stained with blood.

"Who are these people?" the woman asked, her voice filled with confusion and worry, her brow furrowed.

"I don't know, but they're obviously here for the things in the ruins," Zhang Hao said, frowning. His gaze fell into the distance, lost in thought.

"No matter what, we must protect what we have obtained." Ling Yu said firmly. Her eyes were full of determination, as if no difficulties could shake her belief.

"Indeed, the road ahead will probably be even more dangerous," the old man said. His face was filled with worry, but his eyes remained determined.

After a short rest, the group set out on their journey again. Their figures gradually faded away in the afterglow of the setting sun, carrying with them a firm belief and an indomitable spirit, they walked towards the unknown...