Rise of the Otherworld.

Faced with the sudden appearance of this gigantic monster, everyone's heartbeats instantly shot up into their throats. The monster was massive, towering before them like a mountain, emitting a terrifying pressure.

Zhang Hao took a deep breath and charged at the monster. His sword flashed with a cold gleam as he thrust it straight into its eyes. His figure flashed like lightning, moving so fast it was almost invisible. However, the monster nimbly dodged, waving its massive claws with a gust of wind as it lunged towards Zhang Hao. Those claws were like razor-sharp blades; a strike would have been disastrous.

Not to be outdone, Mo Ying attacked the monster from the side, attempting to distract it. His swordsmanship was sharp, each strike imbued with resolve. With a flash of his body, his sword streaked like a meteor, piercing the monster's leg. But the monster reacted with remarkable speed, kicking Mo Ying away with a single kick. Mo Ying slammed heavily against the stone wall, sliding down, a trickle of blood escaping from the corner of his mouth.

Feng Wuhen, in the rear, cast a spell, sending beams of light blazing towards the monster, creating an opening for Zhang Hao and Mo Ying to attack. He formed seals with his hands, muttering something, and light shot forth from his hands, like a dazzling star, smashing into the monster. However, the monster seemed to have an invisible shield, and the light only caused ripples when it struck.

The woman wasn't idle either. She nimbly moved between the monster's feet, searching for its weak spot. Her petite body shifted through the monster's shadow like a nimble rabbit. Suddenly, she spotted a tiny wound on the monster's paw and, without hesitation, plunged her dagger into it.

The monster, enraged by the attacks, roared to the sky, and a blazing flame erupted from its mouth, instantly burning the surrounding stone walls red. The flames were so intense that they seemed to be able to reduce everything to ash.

"Be careful and get out of the way!" Zhang Hao shouted loudly. His voice sounded particularly urgent amid the roar of the flames.

Everyone dodged the flames and continued to attack the monster. But the monster's attack became more and more fierce. Its tail swept over, bringing with it a gust of wind that knocked everyone to the ground.

The battle intensified, and Zhang Hao was already wounded in multiple places, his clothes stained red with blood. Each wound burned, and the pain surged like a tide, but his eyes remained firm, with no intention of retreating. He gritted his teeth and rushed towards the monster again, swinging his sword even more fiercely.

Mo Ying was also panting, his grip on the sword a bit unsteady. His arms trembled from the excessive force, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted in fighting. He knew that if he gave up now, he would never have another chance.

Feng Wuhen's mana was depleted, his face turning pale as paper. Beads of sweat covered his forehead, and his eyes began to blur. But he continued to cast spells, supporting his comrades in the front. Each spell weakened his body, but his resolve remained unwavering.

While dodging the monster's attack, the woman was accidentally hit by the monster's tail and fell to the ground. She felt a sharp pain, her vision went black, and she almost lost consciousness.

"Get up quickly!" Zhang Hao was extremely anxious. His voice was filled with concern and anxiety.

The woman endured the pain, stood up again, and joined the battle. Her eyes were full of stubbornness and unyielding spirit. Even if she was injured, she would never back down.

Just when everyone was feeling exhausted, Zhang Hao suddenly discovered the monster's fatal weakness: a spot on its belly where the scales were relatively weak.

"Attack its belly!" Zhang Hao shouted, his voice full of hope and determination.

Upon hearing this, everyone focused their attacks on the monster's abdomen. Using up their remaining strength, they launched a final charge.

The monster fought back desperately, twisting its body to protect its weak spots, but with everyone's concerted efforts, its defenses were finally broken.

With a scream, the monster collapsed to the ground, and there was no movement. Its huge body fell with a dull sound, and the ground trembled.

Everyone collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath. Their bodies were exhausted to the extreme, but their hearts were filled with the joy of victory.

"We...we finally defeated it," a disciple said weakly, his voice tinged with a hint of relief at having survived.

However, before they could rest for long, an even more terrifying sound came from the depths of the passage. The sound seemed to come from the depths of hell, filled with endless resentment and evil.

"What...what is this?" Mo Ying asked in horror. His voice trembled, and the joy of victory was instantly replaced by fear.

Zhang Hao stood up with difficulty and said, "No matter what it is, we have to face it." His voice was weak but still firm.

Everyone looked at each other, their eyes filled with determination. They knew that no matter how dangerous the road ahead was, they could not retreat.

They dragged their exhausted bodies towards the source of the sound, ready to face new challenges...