Rise of the Otherworld.

The black-robed men surged forward like a tidal wave, their momentum threatening to shroud the entire village in darkness. Zhang Hao's eyes flashed, and without hesitation, he rushed forward to meet the enemy. His figure was as straight as a pine tree, and he swung his longsword in a series of sharp sword patterns, flashing a cold light as he charged directly at the leading black-robed man. The black-robed man, however, remained calm, showing no sign of panic. With a leisurely wave of his staff, a wave of black energy as thick as ink, wrapped in a sinister aura, thundered towards Zhang Hao. Zhang Hao reacted with incredible speed, dodging to the side like a flash of black lightning. The energy wave passed by him, creating a shocking crater in the solid ground, sending dust and debris flying everywhere.

Ling Yu's movements were lightning fast, like a nimble cheetah, weaving through the crowd of black-robed figures. The dagger in his hand gleamed with a deadly cold gleam in the sunlight. Each strike was lightning-fast, precise and ruthless, aiming for the enemy's vital points. His figure appeared and disappeared among the black-robed figures, like a ghost in the dark night, making it impossible to defend against him. In an instant, several black-robed figures fell screaming under his fierce attacks. However, the black-robed figures were too numerous, pouring in like a tide. They quickly surrounded Ling Yu, and weapons of all shapes and sizes were whirring and hitting him frantically.

The mysterious man frowned, his hands forming seals rapidly as he muttered a low incantation that seemed to emanate from a distant, mystical land. In an instant, the once clear sky was suddenly overcast. The inky clouds rolled and surged like a raging sea. Thick streaks of black lightning, like a savage dragon, swiftly slashed from the clouds, landing directly among the black-robed figures. Lightning flashed, accompanied by deafening roars. The black-robed figures, struck by the lightning, convulsed violently, and the air was filled with the smell of burning. But the black-robed figures didn't seem to retreat. Well-trained and coordinated, some continued their frantic attack on Zhang Hao and his companions, while others charged at the mysterious man, attempting to interrupt his spell.

The woman stood at the back, her expression intense and focused, her hands dancing like butterflies. Softly glowing magic shields, like transparent barriers, appeared over the crowd, shielding them from the rain of attacks. At the same time, she periodically waved her wand, sending blazing flames like whistling meteors hurtling towards the black-robed figure. Fireballs exploded among the crowd, and for a moment, flames shot up into the sky, illuminating half the sky crimson. The black-robed figure twisted and struggled in the flames.

The old man calmly observed the battlefield from the sidelines, his eyes sharp and penetrating, like a sage with all-seeing eyes. He chanted an ancient and mysterious incantation, his voice deep and powerful, as if traversing a tunnel of time and space, carrying the vicissitudes of time. As he chanted, strange rays of light enveloped the crowd, imbuing them with buffs. He constantly monitored everyone's condition, replenishing their strength as needed, ensuring they remained at peak condition for the fierce battle.

Zhang Hao was locked in a fierce battle with the leading black-robed figure. The black-robed figure was indeed exceptionally powerful, each strike imbued with immense force, like an overwhelming wave. Zhang Hao nimbly dodged his blows, keenly searching for weaknesses. Suddenly, the black-robed figure's staff shone brightly, and an immensely powerful dark force, like a roaring beast, surged towards Zhang Hao. Unable to dodge, Zhang Hao was struck by the powerful force, sending him flying backward like a kite with a broken string, arcing through the air before crashing heavily to the ground in a cloud of dust.

"Zhang Hao!" Ling Yu was terrified upon seeing this. His eyes widened instantly, filled with worry and anxiety. He desperately wanted to rush over to rescue him, but he was entangled by several black-robed men like vicious wolves. The weapons in their hands rained down on him, making it difficult for him to escape.

The mysterious man's heart tightened upon seeing Zhang Hao injured, a flicker of determination in his eyes. His spells intensified, and black lightning raged through the black-robed crowd like a dragon emerging from the sea, ripping a gaping hole in their previously tight encirclement. Wherever the lightning struck, the black-robed men screamed and fell, their bodies charred black by the lightning.

Seeing this, the woman hurried towards Zhang Hao, her steps hurried and frantic. Beside Zhang Hao, she quickly waved her wand, releasing a healing magic that emanated a soft glow. The light enveloped Zhang Hao like a warm veil, and his wounds healed at a visible rate, and his condition improved rapidly.

Zhang Hao slowly stood up, a look of determination in his eyes, a look like a burning flame, filled with fighting spirit and indomitable will. He gripped his sword once more and charged swiftly towards the leading black-robed figure, shouting, "Everyone, let's defeat these guys together!" His voice was firm and powerful, echoing across the battlefield like a bell.

Everyone responded in unison, their voices resounding through the air, their morale soaring. Ling Yu struggled to break free from the black-robed men's encirclement, fighting alongside Zhang Hao like a tiger descending from a mountain, attacking the leading black-robed man. Each of his attacks was filled with boundless rage and power, as if he wanted to vent all the frustration he had previously felt. The mysterious man controlled lightning like an invisible arrow, providing cover for them and repelling the black-robed men who tried to approach. The woman continuously unleashed various powerful magic spells to attack the surrounding black-robed men. The magical lights intertwined and flickered across the battlefield like brilliant fireworks. The old man continued to cast buff spells, enhancing the strength of the group. His forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, but his eyes remained firm and his incantations never stopped.

Under the combined attack, the black-robed men's defenses were gradually breached. Their numbers dwindled, and their initial arrogance gradually faded. The leading black-robed man, seeing the situation was dire, a flicker of fear and panic crossed his eyes. He considered retreating, wanting to seize the opportunity to escape. How could Zhang Hao let him go? He rushed forward like an arrow, firmly blocking his path, as impassable as a towering mountain.

"Want to run? Not so easy!" Zhang Hao said, his long sword pointed directly at the black-robed man's throat. The tip of the sword flashed with a cold light, as if announcing his determination to the black-robed man. At this moment, Zhang Hao exuded a powerful aura, like a god of war descending to earth, which filled the black-robed man with a deep fear...