Rise of the Otherworld.

The deep roar echoed through the cave, making everyone's heart leap into their throats. Zhang Hao and the others looked at each other, their eyes filled with alarm and fear. The atmosphere in the cave suddenly became extremely tense, and the already damp and cold air seemed to freeze.

"What's that sound?" a disciple asked tremblingly. His voice was filled with undisguised panic, and his body involuntarily shrank back.

Before anyone could reply, a massive monster slowly emerged from the depths of the cave. Its bulk, as vast as a small mountain, its scales gleaming coldly, each one like a sharp blade. Its eyes, like blazing fireballs, emitted a chilling light. Its heavy footsteps made the ground tremble slightly, as if the entire cave were under its control.

"Oh no! It's the guardian beast!" Feng Wuhen exclaimed. His face turned pale instantly, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

The Shadow Alliance members, upon hearing the noise, did not dare to enter the cave rashly. They wandered at the cave entrance, hesitating whether to risk entering this unknown danger.

Zhang Hao gritted his teeth and said, "Now there are monsters in front of us and pursuers behind us. We can only fight to the death!" His voice was firm and resolute, and his eyes revealed a courage to face death.

Everyone nodded, gripping their weapons tightly, ready to face this double crisis. Their heartbeats raced, their breathing quickened, but each face was filled with determination.

The monster opened its bloody mouth and spewed out a stream of blazing flames, instantly illuminating the cave like daylight. The flames seemed to come from the infernal fire of hell, carrying with them an endless destructive force.

"Get out of the way!" Mo Ying shouted. His voice was drowned out by the roar of the flames, but his movements were undeterred. He quickly pounced on the disciples around him and pushed them into a safe corner.

Everyone scattered, some rolling on the ground, others clinging to the cave walls. Several disciples were unable to dodge and were instantly engulfed by the flames, reduced to ash before they could even scream.

Zhang Hao took advantage of a gap in the monster's attack and stabbed it in the eye. His body arced through the air, the sword in his hand flashing with a cold light. The monster roared in pain, the sound so deafening that it threatened to rupture one's eardrums. It swung its massive claws at Zhang Hao, stirring up a gust of wind.

Feng Wuhen appeared in time and pulled Zhang Hao out of the way. His movements were as fast as lightning, saving Zhang Hao's life at the critical moment.

"This isn't a solution. We need to find its weakness!" Feng Wuhen shouted. There was a hint of anxiety in his voice, but his eyes remained calm as he quickly observed the monster's every move.

At this moment, a careful disciple discovered a lighter scale on the monster's belly.

"Perhaps that's its weak point!" the disciple shouted. His voice was shrill with nervousness, but this discovery brought a glimmer of hope to everyone.

Upon hearing this, Mo Ying rushed towards the monster without hesitation, attracting its attention. His figure leaped in the firelight like a fearless warrior. The monster was enraged and attacked him frantically.

Zhang Hao and Feng Wuhen seized the opportunity to attack the monster's belly from both sides. Their movements were swift and decisive, their weapons wielding the force of the wind.

After a fierce struggle, the monster finally fell to the ground, its body hitting the ground heavily, raising a cloud of dust.

Before everyone could breathe a sigh of relief, the people from the Shadow Alliance had already rushed into the cave.

"Haha, you have no way to escape now!" The leading man in black laughed triumphantly. His laughter echoed in the cave, sounding particularly harsh.

Zhang Hao stood up and looked at them coldly: "Even if we die, we will not let you succeed!" His voice was full of anger and indomitable spirit, and the sword in his hand was raised again.

The disciples of Xuantian Sect also stood up one after another. Their bodies were covered with scars and blood, but their fighting spirit was not diminished at all.

A more brutal battle is about to begin, and the cave is filled with thick smoke and the smell of blood...