Rise of the Otherworld.

The horde of small monsters surged forward like a tide, instantly surrounding everyone. Their claws and fangs were bared, and a sharp hissing sound emanated from their mouths, making people's hair stand on end. The sound was like countless sharp needles piercing straight into everyone's eardrums, bringing an unbearable sting.

Zhang Hao, enduring the excruciating pain, struggled to his feet, the sword in his hand trembling slightly. His clothes were already tattered, and blood oozed from the wounds, staining large areas of his clothes red. "Everyone, cheer up! We can't let them succeed!" he roared, his voice tinged with determination. Every word seemed to be squeezed from between his teeth, filled with determination and unyielding spirit.

The woman struggled to her feet, her hands once again radiating magical light. Though the light was faint, her gaze remained resolute. Her hair was matted to her face, and sweat streamed down her cheeks, but she didn't bother to wipe it away. The magical light flickered in her hands, as if it would go out at any moment, but she held on tightly, as if grasping her last hope.

Ling Yu gritted his teeth and, with trembling hands, pulled out the last few talismans from his pocket, preparing for a final stand. His eyes were filled with fear, but more so with a determination to fight to the death. The talismans trembled slightly in his hands, as if they could sense his inner tension.

The mysterious man gripped the dagger tightly, his eyes fiercely staring at the approaching monster. His breathing was rapid, each breath a heavy gasp. The wounds on his body continued to cause severe pain, but his will was as strong as steel, and he did not retreat at all.

The old man gasped for breath, trying to concentrate and cast a powerful spell again. His face was as pale as paper, his body was shaky, but he still held the staff tightly in his hand, refusing to give up.

The monsters swarmed forward, and Zhang Hao wielded his sword, hacking away at them with all his might. Every strike of his sword evoked a sharp gust of wind, and the blades collided with the monsters' bodies, splashing black blood. But for every monster he killed, more would rush forward, as if he could never finish them all.

The woman's magical light struck a group of small monsters, temporarily repelling their attack. However, her strength was severely overdrawn, and her face was as pale as paper. Her body trembled slightly, as if she would collapse at any moment, but she gritted her teeth and persevered.

Although the talismans thrown by Lingyu could also cause damage to the small monsters, there were too many of them to stop them. His forehead was covered with sweat and his eyes were full of despair.

Under the siege of the little monsters, the mysterious man suffered many new wounds on his body. His clothes were stained with blood, and his movements gradually became slower, but he still waved the dagger in his hand, refusing to surrender to the enemy.

The old man's magic was interrupted by exhaustion before it could take shape. He looked at the scene in despair. His eyes were filled with self-blame and helplessness, as if he was blaming himself for his incompetence.

Just as everyone was feeling hopeless, Zhang Hao suddenly realized that these little monsters seemed to be afraid of fire. "Use fire!" he shouted. His voice was particularly loud in the chaotic scene, like a ray of light in the darkness.

The woman understood, and using the last of her magic, she summoned a ball of fire. It danced in the air like a playful spirit. It spread among the small monsters, who retreated, screaming in fear. The flames burned the monsters' bodies, emitting a pungent, burnt smell.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, everyone quickly gathered together, back to back, forming a defensive circle. Their breathing was rapid, their hearts were beating like drums, but the reliance on each other made them feel a little safe.

"This isn't a solution. We have to find a way to break out!" Zhang Hao thought. His eyes quickly scanned the surroundings, his brain racing as he thought about an escape route.

"But where to go?" Ling Yu asked in a trembling voice. There was a hint of tears in his voice, and fear almost swallowed him up.

At this moment, the little monsters seemed to have regained their courage and slowly approached again, their eyes flashing with ferocious light and their hissing sounds becoming sharper.

Zhang Hao glanced around and suddenly spotted a cave in the distance. "Go to that cave!" he shouted. His voice was decisive and resolute, without a trace of hesitation.

Without hesitation, they rushed towards the cave, the little monsters chasing them closely, their claws leaving deep marks on the ground.

While running, the mysterious man was tackled to the ground by several small monsters in an attempt to protect the little girl. "Go! Leave me alone!" he shouted. His voice was filled with determination, as if he was ready to sacrifice himself.

Zhang Hao looked back, a hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes, but he finally continued to rush forward with the others. His heart was filled with pain and helplessness, but he knew that he could not stop at this moment.

Finally, they rushed into the cave. The little monsters lingered at the entrance, not daring to rush in. The cave was filled with a damp smell, and countless pairs of eyes seemed to be hidden in the darkness.

Everyone collapsed in the cave, gasping for breath. Their bodies had reached their limit, every cell groaning in pain.

"The mysterious man..." The woman's eyes were filled with tears. Her voice was filled with sadness and helplessness, as if her heart was about to break.

"We can't give up like this. Let's rest for a while and find a way to save him!" Zhang Hao said. His voice was tired but still full of strength.

However, what they didn't know was that this cave also hid unknown dangers. In the darkness, pairs of red eyes gradually lit up, and an even more terrifying aura spread...