Rise of the Otherworld.

The group continued on their way, the atmosphere heavy with tension. The setting sun's afterglow lengthened their figures, exhaustion and vigilance written across each face. The evening breeze brought a slight chill, but it couldn't soothe their inner anxiety.

"Everyone, be careful. I feel something moving around here," Zhang Hao said in a low voice. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, scanning the surroundings.

Before he finished speaking, a hail of arrows suddenly erupted from the woods on both sides of the road. The arrows were so dense and dense, like a swarm of locusts, and accompanied by a sharp whistling sound.

"Defend!" the old man shouted loudly. His voice was steady and powerful, and the staff in his hand instantly emitted light.

Everyone reacted quickly. Zhang Hao swung his sword, shooting down the arrows fired at them. His movements were as nimble as a leopard, and the sword in his hand transformed into a silver curtain of light. Each swing accurately split the arrows in half. But the number of arrows was too great, and some still managed to break through his defenses.

The woman and Lingyu cast magic, forming a barrier that blocked most of the attacks. The barrier shimmered with multicolored light, like a giant transparent shield, protecting everyone within. However, every arrow that struck the barrier dimmed its light.

The mysterious man flashed and rushed in the direction of the arrow. His figure was like a ghost, disappearing into the woods in an instant.

"Don't be impulsive!" Zhang Hao shouted, but the mysterious man had already disappeared into the woods. His voice was filled with worry, but at this point, there was no way to stop the mysterious man's actions.

After a while, the mysterious man's shouting and fighting sounds came from the woods. The voice was full of anger and murderous intent, which made people feel heartbroken.

Zhang Hao frowned, "Let's go support him." His eyes were firm, and he led everyone into the woods without hesitation.

Rushing into the woods, they saw the mysterious man engaged in a fierce battle with a group of men in black. Each of these men was agile and fierce in their attacks. Their weapons gleamed coldly in the darkness, and every blow was aimed directly at the vital points.

"Who sent you?" Zhang Hao asked as he fought. His voice was filled with anger and confusion, and the sword in his hand attacked the man in black like a whirlwind.

However, the men in black didn't answer, but continued to attack. Their eyes were cold, like emotionless killing machines.

After a bitter fight, the men in black gradually lost their way and began to retreat. Their movements were swift and orderly, like a well-trained army.

"We can't let them get away! We must find out who's behind this!" the woman shouted. Her voice was filled with resentment, and the magic light in her hand became stronger, trying to prevent the man in black from escaping.

Everyone chased after him, but the man in black seemed very familiar with the woods and soon disappeared without a trace. The trees and grass became their best cover, making it difficult for everyone to track him.

"Damn it! They got away." The mysterious man said angrily. His body was covered with wounds, and his clothes were stained with blood, but his eyes were still filled with rage.

"Never mind that for now, let's continue on our journey," Zhang Hao said. His face was gloomy, and he knew in his heart that the most important thing at the moment was to leave this dangerous place as soon as possible.

By this time, the sky had completely darkened, and all around was pitch black. The thick darkness seemed to swallow everything, making people feel extremely depressed.

As they walked cautiously, they suddenly heard a sinister laugh. The laughter echoed in the darkness, as if it came from the abyss of the underworld, making people shudder.

"Who?" Ling Yu asked cautiously. Her voice trembled slightly, and her hands tightly grasped the talisman.

"Hahahaha, you can't escape." The voice echoed in the darkness, carrying endless ridicule and malice.

They stood back to back, observing their surroundings warily. Their heartbeats were remarkably clear in the silence, each one tinged with tension and fear.

At this moment, dark shadows rushed out from the darkness. These shadows were extremely fast and were in front of everyone in an instant.

Zhang Hao swung his sword to meet the enemy, and the sword collided with the shadows, making a metallic sound. In the faint moonlight, he finally saw that these shadows were actually a group of monsters with distorted faces.

The woman quickly cast a spell, illuminating the surroundings and revealing the monsters more clearly. Their skin was as black as ink, their eyes gleamed blood-red, and their fangs were as sharp as knives.

The mysterious man gritted his teeth and fought the monster to the death. He used all his strength in every attack, but it was still difficult to withstand the monster's crazy attack.

The old man continued to cast spells, providing support and protection for everyone, but his magic power was depleted too quickly, and his face grew paler.

The little girl was so scared that she started crying, and the woman comforted her while fighting.

The battle became more intense, and everyone gradually became exhausted...