Rise of the Otherworld.

As the mysterious figures approached, their faces gradually became clearer. They were all clad in black tights and masks, revealing only cold, ruthless eyes. Their movements were perfectly aligned, their steps steady and powerful, exuding an aura of disciplined practice.

Zhang Hao gripped the sword tightly, his voice low and full of vigilance: "What exactly do you want to do?" His eyes were like torches, staring at the mysterious man in the lead. The sword in his hand trembled slightly, showing his inner tension and anger.

One of the mysterious men in the lead sneered: "Hmph, you have ruined our plan. This monster was the key for us to obtain the treasure from the ruins." His voice seemed to come from hell, full of gloom and coldness.

The woman said angrily: "What's your plan? You released such a monster for the treasure and disregarded other people's lives!" Her eyes were burning with anger, and her delicate body trembled slightly with anger.

The mysterious man ignored the woman's accusations and continued, "Now, either you hand over everything you got from the ruins, or don't even think about leaving alive." His tone was firm and full of threats.

Ling Yu snorted coldly: "You think you can threaten us?" A look of disdain appeared on his face, and he secretly clenched the talisman in his hand.

The mysterious man waved his hand, and the people behind him immediately surrounded the crowd. Their movements were swift and coordinated, without a single unnecessary movement.

Zhang Hao looked around, secretly calculating his response. His brain was working rapidly, thinking about how to break through the encirclement.

The old man said: "Fight with them, we are not easy to bully!" His voice was old, but full of determination.

The mysterious men were in no hurry to act, seemingly waiting for something. Their eyes were cold and calm, as if everything was under control.

At this moment, a man stepped out from among the mysterious people, holding a strange magical instrument in his hand. The instrument was flashing with a strange light. The light was like the tongue of a poisonous snake, making people shudder.

"This is..." The old man's face changed, "Oh no, this is a magic weapon that can suppress our power!" His voice was full of fear and worry.

Everyone suddenly felt a powerful pressure coming over them, their bodies becoming heavy and their strength gradually draining away. Their already exhausted bodies were now even more exhausted, and every movement became extremely difficult.

"Now, you have no choice," the mysterious man said triumphantly. His laughter was particularly harsh in the oppressive atmosphere.

Zhang Hao gritted his teeth and said, "Even so, we will not surrender easily!" His eyes were firm, revealing an unyielding will.

The mysterious man smiled and said, "Then you can prepare to die!"

After that, the mysterious men rushed forward and started a fierce battle with everyone. Their moves were brutal, and each blow went straight to the vital points of everyone.

Although everyone was suppressed by the magic weapon and their strength was greatly reduced, they still resisted stubbornly.

Zhang Hao swung his sword with all his might, repelling the enemy's attacks time and time again. His arms ached from the exertion, but his sword never faltered. Each swing carried with it his fury and determination.

The woman and Lingyu coordinated their efforts, using their remaining magic and spells to counterattack. Though the woman's magic was faint, it accurately struck the enemy's weak spots. Lingyu's spell streaked across like a meteor, causing considerable trouble for the enemy.

The mysterious man, with his agility, weaved between the enemies, searching for an opportunity to break through. His dagger gleamed coldly in the darkness, and every strike caught the enemy off guard.

The old man kept observing the situation, trying to find a flaw in the magic weapon. His eyes were fixed on the magical weapon emitting a strange light, and his mind was rapidly thinking about how to deal with it.

However, the enemy was numerous and powerful, and they gradually fell into a difficult situation. Zhang Hao suffered many new wounds, and blood stained his clothes red. The woman and Ling Yu's magic power was almost exhausted, and the mysterious man was panting, and the old man's face was getting paler.

"This is not a solution. We must find a way to break this situation!" Zhang Hao shouted loudly.

Just when everyone was feeling desperate, the little girl suddenly broke free from the woman's arms...