Rise of the Otherworld.

Chapter 925 Crisis comes again

Hearing the noise coming from outside the valley, the smiles that had just appeared on everyone's faces froze instantly, as if time had stopped at this moment, and were replaced by vigilance and worry. Their expressions were as nervous as a frightened bird before a storm.

"What's going on? Why are so many people approaching?" Ling Yu's brows furrowed, like two mountains about to close together. His hand unconsciously grasped the dagger at his waist. The hilt of the dagger trembled slightly in his hand, as if sensing its owner's inner unease. After so many hardships before, he knew that any negligence could bring disaster. At this moment, he was like a vigilant cheetah, always ready to face the unknown danger.

"I'm not sure, but judging by the noise, they're not friendly." Zhang Hao's expression was solemn, like the gloomy sky before a storm. He peered fiercely in the direction of the sound, trying to peer through the dense trees to see what was happening. Although his body still bore the scars of previous battles, each wound aching slightly as if reminding him of the brutal battle, his inner vigilance instantly sent him into combat mode, his eyes revealing a resolute and courageous look.

The mysterious man closed his eyes, his expression growing more focused, as if at one with the world around him, silently sensing the fluctuations of spiritual energy around him. An invisible tension hung in the air, and time seemed to stretch uncontrollably. After a moment, he slowly opened his eyes, a flicker of worry in his eyes. He spoke sternly, "There are many of them, and their spiritual energy is mixed. There are many powerful individuals among them." His voice was low and hoarse, as if filled with endless worry.

The woman approached the crowd nervously, her body trembling slightly, like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind, and her voice trembled slightly as well: "Then what should we do? We just escaped from the cave, are we going to be in danger again?" There was a hint of fear in her eyes, and that fear was like a shadow in the darkness, shrouding her heart, but more of it was the desire to survive, and that desire was like a ray of dawn in the darkness, supporting her will.

The old man stroked his beard, which slid gently between his fingers, as if combing through his thoughts. After a moment's contemplation, he slowly said, "Let's not panic. Find a secluded spot and observe to see what they're up to." His voice was steady and powerful, resonating like a bell in everyone's ears, bringing a sense of calm. Everyone nodded, feeling that the old man's suggestion was a sound one, as if they had found a glimmer of direction in the darkness.

So, they cautiously crept deeper into the woods on one side of the valley. Their footsteps were light and cautious, moving through the trees like ghosts, trying not to make a sound. Each step was taken with extreme caution, fearing to disturb even the smallest blade of grass or tree. Using the trees for cover, they quietly approached the valley's edge. Through the gaps between the layers of branches and leaves, they saw dust rising outside the valley, like a sea of ​​yellow clouds. A team dressed in various costumes was approaching the valley. Among the team were warriors riding tall horses, their figures swift and agile, like iron fortresses on the battlefield, exuding a fierce aura; there were also magicians holding staffs, which shone with mysterious light, as if imbued with endless magical power. Judging by the powerful aura emanating from them, they were all extraordinary.

"These people don't look like ordinary business travelers or sect disciples. What exactly are they trying to do?" Ling Yu whispered, his voice as quiet as a mosquito, but full of doubt. He stared at the group, trying to find a clue from their actions.

"No matter what they want to do, we can't expose ourselves easily," Zhang Hao said, motioning for everyone to remain quiet. His eyes were firm and calm, as if telling everyone that as long as they remained calm, they would be able to overcome the difficulties.

At that moment, a black-robed man at the front of the group pulled the reins and stopped. His movements were clean and precise, like a well-trained hunter. He glanced around, his eyes piercing, as if he could see through everything in the forest. His gaze was like two sharp swords, piercing through the layers of fog. "Someone has been here, and the air is still fresh." His voice was low and cold, like a chill wind from the Netherworld, chilling people to the bone.

"Could it be those who destroyed the ruins?" a nearby woman in red asked. She toyed with a delicate dagger, which gleamed coldly in the sunlight. Her eyes revealed a fierceness, as if she would strike without hesitation once she had identified her target.

"It's very likely. We've been chasing them for so long, we can't let them get away." The black-robed man said this, and with a wave of his hand, like a general commanding a vast army, the troops surged into the valley. Their steps were orderly and powerful, as unstoppable as a tide.

Seeing this, everyone secretly thought it was bad news. They knew that if they were discovered by these people, they would face a fierce battle. At this time, after the hard battle in the cave, their physical and spiritual strength had not yet recovered. They were like a group of exhausted soldiers, struggling to catch their breath on the battlefield. If they faced these people head-on, their chances of victory would be extremely low.

"Let's go deeper into the valley and find a place to hide," Zhang Hao whispered. His voice was soft, yet it carried an undeniable resolve. Everyone moved in unison once again. They moved cautiously through the woods, trying not to make a sound. However, the valley seemed enveloped by an invisible force, their every move seemingly under surveillance. That invisible pressure, like a vast net, was slowly tightening around them...