Rise of the Otherworld.

As the fawn cried, the mysterious force intensified, like an invisible mist, enveloping the wolves and the crowd. This mysterious force surged through the air like an undercurrent, causing the surrounding temperature to drop by a few degrees, giving people a chill. The wolves' movements became increasingly sluggish, their limbs bound as if by invisible ropes, making each step an immense effort. The leading Nether Wolf seemed to sense danger, a flash of panic in its eyes, but it quickly gave way to a fierceness. It let out a deep growl, its voice imbued with undeniable authority, attempting to calm the pack and allow them to continue their attack. However, the fear in the eyes of most of the Nether Wolfs was uncontrollable. Like a flood bursting through a dam, their bodies began to tremble slightly, and their steps involuntarily retreated.

Zhang Hao and the others seized this opportunity and hastened their pace toward the deer. They knew that in this perilous environment, every second was crucial. The mysterious man moved, muttering to himself, his hands rapidly forming complex hand seals. Spiritual energy surged around him, shimmering with light. Then, he thrust forward and cast another spell, this time conjuring icy spikes. These icy spikes gleamed coldly in the sunlight, like twinkling stars in the night sky, or like razor-sharp blades. Like sharp arrows, they whistled with the sound of the wind as they shot precisely at the Nether Wolves. Several Nether Wolves were unable to dodge, and the icy spikes instantly pierced their bodies, sending blood splattering. They howled in agony, their sounds echoing through the valley, filled with misery and despair.

Ling Yu brandished his dagger like a flash of black lightning, engaging the approaching Nether Wolf in close combat. His movements were swift and agile, each strike imbued with fierce momentum, as if to rip the enemy apart completely. He deftly dodged the Nether Wolf's attacks, searching for its weakness. Whenever the Nether Wolf showed the slightest opening, he thrust his dagger without hesitation, delivering a fatal blow. The Nether Wolf's silhouettes swayed around him, yet they remained unable to harm him.

The woman and the old man were also busy, concentrating on casting spells. A soft light emanated from the woman's hands, like the warm spring sun, gently falling upon the crowd, empowering them, making their attacks more powerful and their defenses more sturdy. The old man frowned, chanting ancient spells. Strange rays of light shot from his hands, like brilliant meteors, towards the wolves. Upon striking the Nether Wolves, these rays of light immediately unleashed a powerful force, disrupting the pack's movements and plunging them into a momentary state of confusion.

Finally, everyone successfully approached the fawn. The deer's light now grew even brighter, like a star about to burst. Its cries grew more rapid, a voice filled with an urgent urgency. Suddenly, a powerful wave of energy erupted from it, like an invisible storm, spreading outward from the fawn. The air seemed to be distorted by this force, creating a buzzing sound.

The Nether Wolves were struck by this wave of energy and sent flying backwards. Like kites with their strings cut, their bodies arced through the air before crashing heavily to the ground. They rolled on the ground, screaming in agony and terror. Some Nether Wolves struggled to stand, only to find their strength drained from them. Their limbs went limp, unable to attack. Despair filled their eyes as they could only watch helplessly as the crowd slumped.

Although the leading Nether Wolf had also been struck, its will remained strong. Suppressing the pain, it let out a deep growl, and lunged at the group once more. Its eyes burned with rage, as if it was determined to fight to the death. Seeing this, Zhang Hao's eyes flashed with determination. He immediately raised his sword, channeling all his spiritual energy into it. The sword shone brightly, like a burning torch. With a loud roar, he slashed at the leading Nether Wolf. A massive sword shadow flew out from the sword, carrying a devastating aura, like a collapsing mountain, as it collided with the leading Nether Wolf.

A resounding "bang" echoed, shaking the entire valley. The leading Nether Wolf was struck back by the sword's shadow, its body streaking across the sky like a meteor before crashing heavily to the ground. A deep wound appeared on its body, and blood gushed out like a fountain, staining the surrounding ground a dark red. It struggled to stand, but its body refused to obey, and it collapsed helplessly, the light in its eyes gradually dimming.

Seeing their leader fall, the other Nether Wolves finally lost their will to fight. Their eyes were filled with fear and panic. They turned and fled, like a group of defeated soldiers. Their figures quickly disappeared from the valley. Soon, only Zhang Hao and the others and the fawn were left.

Everyone looked at the deer, their hearts filled with gratitude. Zhang Hao walked over and gently touched the deer's head, his eyes full of tenderness and gratitude. He said, "Thank you! If it weren't for you, we would be in danger today."

The deer seemed to understand his words and gently nuzzled Zhang Hao's hand, its eyes filled with affection. Then, it turned and walked toward the ancient building. Everyone followed it, filled with confusion, wondering where the deer was taking them.

The deer led the group to the building's basement entrance. The entrance was blocked by a massive stone, its surface covered in moss, a testament to the passage of time. The deer nudged the stone with its horns, and it slowly shifted with a creaking sound, revealing a passage leading underground. A mysterious aura permeated the passage, a scent that seemed to emanate from the distant past, carrying an ancient and mysterious allure, as if some secret awaited their discovery...