Rise of the Otherworld.

Facing the massive black shadow in the sky, everyone's heartbeat seemed to freeze for a moment. Zhang Hao suppressed his fear and shouted, "Don't be afraid, everyone! Together, we can defeat it!" His voice was a little hoarse in the strong wind, but it was full of inspiring power.

The old man panted heavily, nodded, and said, "Let's fight!" He raised his staff again and chanted a more complex spell. His face was filled with determination, and every syllable seemed like his last chance for life. The remaining magic power in his body surged out like a broken dam, and the gem atop the staff shone with an unprecedented brilliance.

The black-robed figure gritted his teeth, his eyes revealing determination. He gripped his weapon tightly with both hands, leaning forward slightly, ready to deliver a fatal blow. His muscles tensed, veins bulging, like a beast about to pounce on its prey.

The herbalist stopped trembling. He pulled a bottle of precious liquid medicine from his bosom, tilted his head back, and drank it. Instantly, he felt strength fill his body. His eyes became firm, and the fear in his heart was replaced by courage.

The enormous black shadow let out a muffled roar, the sound waves sending the blood boiling in the crowd. The sound was like the roar of thunder, making the ears ring and the head feel dizzy. Then, it extended a massive claw and clawed at the crowd. The claw pressed down like a mountain, carrying an unstoppable momentum.

Zhang Hao roared, leaping to his feet and swinging his sword at the claw. His figure flashed through the air like a flash of lightning, his sword ablaze with light. The collision of sword and claw sent a shower of dazzling sparks. The powerful impact sent Zhang Hao reeling back dozens of steps like a cannonball. His feet carved two deep marks on the ground before he managed to steady himself.

"Let's go together!" he shouted, without a hint of retreat in his voice.

The old man's magic beamed towards the shadow, but it was like a stone sinking into the sea, completely ineffective. The light was swallowed up the moment it touched the shadow, as if it had never existed. But the old man did not give up. He continued to chant the incantation, casting spells continuously, even when his magic power was about to run out.

The black-robed figure seized the opportunity to charge forward and slashed at the shadow's legs. His weapon scraped against the shadow's tough skin, sending sparks flying but leaving only a few shallow marks. However, he didn't stop attacking, exhausting all his strength with each blow.

The herbalists kept throwing various homemade poisons and hidden weapons at the side, trying to disrupt the black shadow's movements. Those poisons and hidden weapons turned into streams of light and flew towards the black shadow, but most of them were easily avoided or blocked by the black shadow.

The shadow, enraged, attacked with increasing ferocity. It opened its maw and spewed forth a stream of black flames, instantly enveloping everything around it. The flames were so intense they seemed capable of reducing everything in the world to ash.

"Be careful!" Zhang Hao pushed his companions away, but he was caught in the flames and his clothes instantly caught fire. He struggled painfully in the flames, but still did not give up resistance.

He rolled on the ground, trying to put out the flames. The old man quickly cast a water spell, and a stream of cool water shot out from his staff, helping Zhang Hao extinguish the flames. Zhang Hao's skin was burned and his hair turned black, but his eyes remained firm.

"I can't give up!" Zhang Hao stood up. Despite the multiple burns on his body, every movement brought excruciating pain, but his eyes remained firm. His voice was filled with unyielding determination, as if declaring war on fate.

Everyone looked at each other and saw the same determination in each other's eyes.

They charged at the shadow again, and this time, they held nothing back, pouring all their strength into this final attack.

Zhang Hao's sword flashed with dazzling light, as if to tear the darkness apart. Every swing carried with him endless anger and determination, and the sword energy surged and roared towards the shadows.

The black-robed man's weapon also exuded a powerful aura, and his attacks were like a torrential rain, continuously falling on the black shadow.

The herbalist's hidden weapon, carrying a deadly poison, shot towards the shadow like a meteor.

The shadow seemed to sense the threat, and its movements became a bit flustered. Its attacks were no longer as fierce, and its defenses also showed flaws.

At this moment, Zhang Hao discovered a weakness of the black shadow and shouted, "Attack its eyes!"

Upon hearing this, everyone turned their attacks towards the black shadow's eyes.

Zhang Hao rushed forward first, dodging the black shadow's attack and leaping towards its head.

The old man cast a powerful spell to open a path for Zhang Hao.

The man in black robe and the herbalist also tried their best to protect Zhang Hao.

Zhang Hao finally approached the shadow's eyes. He raised his sword and stabbed it with all his remaining strength...