Rise of the Otherworld.

As the group continued on, a thin layer of mist drifted through the forest, blurring the surrounding landscape. Zhang Hao walked in front, his scroll tightly gripped in his hands, constantly alert to the surroundings. His eyes were sharp, not missing a single movement, and he took every step with caution.

The herbalist applied herbs to the black-robed man's wound as he walked, "You have to hold on." His hands were trembling slightly, his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and his expression was tense and focused.

The man in black robe gritted his teeth and said, "This injury is nothing. Don't dawdle and hurry up." He endured the pain and tried to keep his pace steady, not wanting to slow down everyone's progress.

Suddenly, a deep roar came from the depths of the woods. The sound seemed to come from the depths of hell, with endless anger and violence, which made people tremble with fear.

"Oh no! Something's happening!" The old man stopped, a light flickering on his staff. His eyes instantly grew serious, his body tense, ready to respond to danger at any moment.

A massive demonic beast slowly emerged from the mist. Its body was as tall as a mountain, its eyes glowing red, and it exuded a terrifying aura. Its scales gleamed with a cold light, each one like a sharp blade, sending shivers down your spine. Its fangs were sharp and massive, seemingly capable of tearing through anything with ease.

"What kind of monster is this!" The herbalist took a few steps back in fear. His voice trembled, his legs went weak, and he almost collapsed to the ground.

Zhang Hao took a deep breath and said, "Don't be afraid, let's go together!" His voice was firm and powerful, giving everyone a sense of courage and confidence.

The monster opened its bloody mouth and spewed out a stream of black flames. The flames were so hot that they instantly reduced the surrounding trees to ashes.

Zhang Hao dodged sideways and swung his sword at the monster. The sword struck the monster, leaving only a shallow mark. He felt his arm go numb, and the sword almost slipped out of his hand.

The old man quickly cast a spell, and beams of light shot towards the monster, but the monster didn't seem to be affected much. It just shook its body slightly and continued to attack.

The black-robed man endured the pain and joined the battle, fighting alongside Zhang Hao. His weapon slashed across the monster's body, sending up a string of sparks, but it was unable to cause any substantial damage to the monster.

The monster's attacks grew more and more fierce, its claws waving and stirring up gusts of wind. Each attack was so powerful that the crowd gradually found it difficult to resist.

"This isn't going to work!" Zhang Hao was terribly anxious. His mind raced, thinking of a solution.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered that the book seemed to mention the weakness of this monster.

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

Upon hearing this, everyone concentrated their strength to attack the monster's abdomen. Their attacks rained down on the monster's abdomen, and the monster roared in pain, the sound was deafening.

The monster began to fight back frantically, its tail sweeping across, knocking everyone away. Zhang Hao fell heavily to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The herbalist was also hit by the monster's attack and rolled far away.

The black-robed man got up again and rushed towards the monster, "You beast, prepare to die!"

The battle entered a fierce stage, and everyone had more wounds on their bodies. Blood stained their clothes red, but they did not retreat. They still gritted their teeth and desperately attacked the monster's weaknesses.

Finally, the monster fell to the ground, motionless. A bloody smell filled the air around its body, making people feel sick.

"We succeeded!" the herbalist shouted excitedly. His face was full of fatigue and joy. He sat down on the ground, breathing heavily.

However, before they could rest, they heard more roars coming from the distance. The sounds rose and fell, as if countless monsters were approaching them.

"Oh no, we have to leave here quickly!" The old man's face changed drastically.

Everyone forced themselves to move forward, despite their exhaustion. But their steps grew heavier, their hearts filled with worry...