Rise of the Otherworld.

The battle within the cave intensified, as if a purgatory were unfolding on earth. The cries of killing and the clashing of weapons intertwined like a frantic and chaotic melody, reverberating relentlessly within the cramped space. Each resounding bang was like a hammer striking the hearts of the crowd, accelerating their pulses and straining their nerves to the limit.

Zhang Hao, like a lone yet valiant god of war, faced off against many, his longsword wielding impenetrable fire. The flashes of his sword's blade resembled the dazzling stars blooming in the night sky, constantly pushing back the approaching enemy. However, the enemy was outnumbered, surging in wave after wave like a tide, their attacks like surging waves, each higher than the last. He gradually felt his strength failing, each swing of his sword seeming to drain all his strength. Sweat soaked his clothes, clinging to his back, and the sweat that trickled down his cheeks, like beads from a broken string, blurred his vision. But his gaze remained steadfast, fixed on the enemy before him, unflinching.

Lingyu dove and dodged through the crowd like a nimble cheetah, relying on his agility and the razor-sharp dagger in hand to engage in thrilling close-quarters combat. He weaved freely among the enemies, each strike precise and ruthless, attempting to rip a hole in their tight defenses. However, the enemy's attacks were as frequent and unstoppable as a storm, making it impossible to defend. Several wounds appeared on his body, and the crimson blood slowly seeped out, staining the corners of his clothes and standing out in the dim cave. Despite this, the fighting spirit in his eyes remained undimmed, burning even more fiercely. Each attack was filled with a desperate determination, as if pouring all his anger and desire for survival into this small dagger.

The mysterious man stood at the back, concentrating on continuously casting spells. Ice arrows rained down from his hands like a torrential rain, carrying a biting chill and a fierce aura as they whistled towards the enemy. Wherever the ice arrows struck, the enemies were struck, screaming in agony, causing considerable casualties. However, the prolonged and intense spellcasting drained his spiritual power like a river about to dry up, nearing its bottom. His face grew increasingly pale, as white as paper, devoid of color. Beads of sweat covered his forehead, each a symbol of exhaustion and weakness. His breathing became rapid and heavy, like the wheezing of an old bellows.

The woman and the old man, on the side, cast their supporting spells with all their might. Their hands shimmered with a soft, mysterious light, like twinkling stars in the night sky, empowering their companions and disrupting the enemy. The woman's spell, like a warm spring breeze, gently caressed her companions, granting them a brief boost of strength. The old man's spell, like an invisible mist, quietly enveloped the enemy, attempting to disrupt their movements. However, among the enemy were magicians, who also cast counterspells. The black rays of light, like demonic tentacles, collided with and countered the woman and the old man's spells, weakening their effectiveness. For a moment, the two sides were in a stalemate, and the enemy's encirclement, like a vast fishing net, gradually narrowed, gradually forcing the group into a desperate situation.

Suddenly, an enemy seized a gap in Zhang Hao's defenses as he fended off numerous attacks. A fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and without hesitation, he thrust a sword into his back. The sword's speed was so swift, it sliced ​​through the air like lightning, making a whoosh sound. Ling Yu, with his keen eyes, shouted, "Watch out!" at this crucial moment, his voice echoing through the cave, filled with anxiety and worry. He rushed forward recklessly, using his dagger to block the fatal blow. A clang of metal clashing echoed through the cave, sparks flying. However, this gave another enemy an opportunity to strike him in the abdomen. Ling Yu felt a sharp pain, as if a hot iron had been slashed across his abdomen. He couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood, and his body instantly teetered, as if a gentle breeze could blow him over.

Zhang Hao's heart tightened, a mixture of shock and anger. A surge of intense rage and worry for his companions washed over him. He unleashed a powerful force, like a dormant volcano erupting, forcibly repelling the surrounding enemies. He quickly turned, supporting the shaky Ling Yu, and anxiously asked, "How are you?" His eyes were filled with concern and self-blame. If it weren't for his negligence, Ling Yu wouldn't have been injured saving him.

Ling Yu gritted his teeth, enduring the severe pain in his abdomen. With a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, he said firmly: "Don't worry about me, keep fighting!" His eyes revealed a tenacious spirit. Although his body was extremely weak, his will was as strong as steel.

The mysterious man knew this was a life-or-death moment, and he couldn't wait any longer. He gritted his teeth, concentrated the last of his spiritual energy, and focused all his strength on his hands. He quickly formed seals with his hands, muttering something, and mysterious runes flashed in his hands. With his movements, the ground beneath the enemy's feet instantly shifted, and a crystal-clear ice surface quickly spread out. Caught off guard, the enemy slipped and fell to the ground, and the formation was thrown into disarray. Seeing this, Zhang Hao took the opportunity to lead the others to break out to the side of the cave.

However, the black-robed man had been observing the battle with aloof eyes, like a falcon hidden in the darkness, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Seeing the crowd trying to break through, he finally made his move. With a wave of his hands, a beam of black light, like a ferocious black dragon, roared out from his hands and shot towards the crowd. Wherever the light passed, the air seemed to be torn apart by an invisible force, making a piercing sound, as if the entire space was trembling under this force.

Zhang Hao felt this powerful, sinister force bearing down on him, and he secretly feared that he couldn't resist it head-on. He quickly pulled out a protective jade pendant from his bosom, a precious treasure he'd stumbled upon during a previous adventure. Without hesitation, he poured his spiritual energy into it, and the pendant instantly unleashed a transparent shield, tightly enveloping everyone within. The shield radiated a soft glow, like a last line of defense in the darkness.

The black light struck the shield with a deafening roar, as if the entire cave would collapse under the force. The shield shook violently, cracks rapidly appearing on its surface like a spiderweb. Fortunately, the shield barely withstood the blow, but it was already shaky, as if it would shatter in an instant.

Everyone knew they had to escape this mysterious group as soon as possible, or the consequences would be disastrous. However, the black-robed man was formidable, like an insurmountable mountain, and with numerous followers following closely like minions, breaking out would be no easy task... Their fate was like a candle in the wind, teetering on the brink of collapse in this perilous cave, awaiting an unknown turn of events.