Rise of the Otherworld.

Everyone in the cave gasped for air, trying to catch their breath. In the darkness, those pairs of red eyes drew closer, and a chilling aura gradually spread. It was cold and damp, carrying the scent of millennia of decay and death, sending shivers down their spines.

Zhang Hao gripped his sword warily. "Everyone, be careful! Something's coming." His voice was low and tense, remarkably clear in the silence of the cave. His eyes were fixed on the approaching red eyes, his heart pounding like a drum, every nerve tense to the limit.

The woman hugged the little girl tightly, her body trembling slightly. "What on earth is this?" Her voice was filled with fear and confusion, and her eyes flashed with panic. The little girl trembled in her arms, not daring to look up at the unknown fear.

Ling Yu leaned against the cave wall, clutching the last remaining talisman tightly in his hand. "No matter what it is, we have to fight this battle." His voice trembled, but it was filled with determination. His forehead was covered with sweat, which slid down his cheeks and dripped onto the cold ground.

As the aura drew closer, everyone finally saw its origins. It was a swarm of enormous spiders, each more than a man tall. Their long legs were covered in spikes that gleamed with a cold light, as if they could easily pierce a person. From their mouths spewed white silk, which was like a tough rope; once entangled, it was difficult to break free.

"Oh my God!" the old man couldn't help but exclaim. His voice trembled, his face filled with despair and fear. The staff in his hand trembled slightly, as if it had lost its power.

Zhang Hao rushed forward, slashing at a spider with his sword. His movements were swift and decisive, and the sword flashed through the air. However, the spider nimbly dodged and lunged at Zhang Hao with its long legs. The legs whirred, and Zhang Hao quickly dodged, but the sharp thorns still sliced ​​his arm, and blood gushed out instantly.

The woman cast a spell, attempting to trap the spiders. Her hands danced, muttering something, and magical light gathered within her grasp. However, the spiders were too powerful, easily breaking free from the magic. The magical light flickered briefly on the spiders' bodies before vanishing.

Lingyu threw a talisman, which transformed into a ball of flame, burning a spider. The spider hissed in pain, its body twisting in the flames, emitting a burning smell. However, more spiders surrounded it, their attacks becoming more and more fierce.

At this moment, a spider crawled towards the little girl. The girl screamed in fear: "Don't hurt her!" Her voice was sharp and shrill, full of maternal protectiveness. She rushed towards the spider desperately, trying to block its attack with her body.

The mysterious man burst in, blood-soaked, and stabbed the spider with his dagger. His eyes were fierce and determined, as if he had forgotten the pain. "I'm so glad you're okay!" Zhang Hao shouted, his voice tinged with surprise and relief.

The mysterious man didn't bother to answer, continuing his battle with the spiders. His movements were swift and powerful, each strike laced with a deathly determination. But the spiders were becoming more and more numerous, and the men's strength was running out. Their movements became sluggish, their breathing heavy.

"This isn't going to work. We have to find their weakness!" the old man shouted. His voice was weak from exhaustion, but he still tried to remain calm.

Zhang Hao fended off the spiders' attacks while observing their movements. Suddenly, he noticed that the spiders' abdomens seemed vulnerable. The carapace there wasn't as hard as the rest of their bodies, perhaps their fatal weakness. "Attack their abdomens!" Zhang Hao shouted.

Upon hearing this, everyone focused their attacks on the spider's abdomen. Zhang Hao, exerting all his strength, thrust his sword into the spider's abdomen. The sword sank deep into the spider, and black blood gushed out. The woman's magical light also focused on the spider's abdomen, and Lingyu's talisman transformed into beams of light and shot towards it.

Sure enough, several spiders fell under the crowd's attack. Their bodies hit the ground heavily, making a dull sound. But more spiders continued to pour in, and everyone's hope became slim again.

Zhang Hao's arms ached, and every swing of his sword required immense effort. The woman's magic power was nearly exhausted, her face pale as paper. Ling Yu's spells were exhausted, and he could only lean against the cave wall, gasping for breath.

The mysterious man suffered numerous new wounds, his body stained red with blood, and the old man was on the verge of collapse from overusing his magic power.

Just when everyone felt desperate, the little girl suddenly said, "I see a passage over there!" Although her voice was filled with fear, it gave everyone a glimmer of hope.

Everyone looked in the direction the little girl pointed, and sure enough, they saw a narrow passage.

"Let's rush over!" Zhang Hao shouted.

Gathering their last bit of strength, they rushed towards the passage, the spiders chasing them relentlessly, their silk continuously shooting towards them.

At this critical moment, can they escape successfully?