Rise of the Otherworld.

They regrouped, ready to face new challenges. The light surrounding the mysterious body grew increasingly intense, forming a vast energy field. The light was like the blazing sun, blinding everyone and making it difficult to open their eyes. The powerful energy fluctuations made the surrounding air seem thick and sticky.

Zhang Hao took a deep breath and said, "Everyone, concentrate. We will definitely find its weakness!" His voice was firm and powerful, echoing in this oppressive energy field.

The man in black wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said, "Let's fight!" There was an unyielding fire burning in his eyes. He gripped the weapon tightly in his hand, and his knuckles turned white from the force.

The herbalist also clenched the herbal bag in his hand, his eyes determined. Although his body was trembling slightly with fear, his inner belief made him choose to face it bravely.

The old man raised his staff, muttering something, trying to break the powerful energy field. His forehead was covered in sweat, and his face was pale from the massive drain of spiritual energy. But every impact of his spell was like a stone falling on a stone, with no effect at all.

"This won't work. We need to try another method!" Zhang Hao shouted. There was a hint of anxiety in his voice, but more of it was calm and thoughtful.

They began to move rapidly around the mysterious body, trying to find a chance to break through. Their figures flickered in the light, like a small boat struggling in a storm. Just then, the mysterious body unleashed a powerful shockwave, sending them flying.

Zhang Hao fell heavily to the ground, feeling his internal organs churning. The gravel on the ground dug deep into his body, causing waves of excruciating pain. "I can't fall like this!" He gritted his teeth, enduring the excruciating pain and stood up again. Each time he stood up, it seemed as if he had exhausted all his strength, but there was no fear in his eyes.

The black-robed man's arm was injured, blood flowing down his arm and dripping onto the ground. But he still held the weapon tightly, "I will not give up!" His voice was full of stubbornness and determination, as if he was not the one injured.

The herbalist rolled over on the ground several times, feeling dizzy and the world in front of him becoming blurry. But the faith in his heart kept him from giving up. He blinked hard to keep himself awake.

The old man's face was pale, and the excessive consumption of spiritual energy made him feel extremely weak. Every breath became extremely difficult, but he persisted, with no intention of lowering the staff in his hand.

"Let's go together!" Zhang Hao roared. His voice was like a battle horn, inspiring everyone.

The crowd rushed toward the mysterious figure once again, this time pooling all their strength. Zhang Hao's sword shone brightly, like the brightest star in the night sky. The black-robed figure's weapon exuded a powerful aura, as if it could rend anything. The herbalist's bag emanated a strange light, carrying the power of healing and hope. The old man's staff shone brightly, like a guiding lighthouse.

Just as they were about to reach the mysterious body, it attacked again. The force was like an overwhelming force, leaving them feeling hopeless. However, this time they did not retreat, forcing themselves to withstand the force. Their bodies trembled, their teeth clenched, but they did not stop.

In this desperate situation, Zhang Hao suddenly felt a powerful force surge from within him. Like a flood bursting through a dam, that force instantly filled his entire body. His eyes brightened, and the light from his sword became even more dazzling.

"Now!" he shouted, thrusting at the mysterious body with all his might. In that instant, time seemed to stand still, with only his sword moving forward in the light.

The others also unleashed their strongest attacks. Various lights intertwined, forming a brilliant and powerful torrent of energy that rushed towards the mysterious body.

The mysterious body roared in agony, its sound reverberating throughout the space, deafening. The light gradually dimmed, and its body began to tremble.

"Did it work?" the herbalist asked, panting heavily, his voice full of anticipation and anxiety.

As they anxiously awaited the result, a crack appeared on the mysterious body, and light shone through it. The light was not dazzling, but rather carried a soft and mysterious aura.

Zhang Hao and the others stared at the crack nervously, their hearts filled with doubt and anticipation. The crack slowly widened, and an ancient and powerful force emanated from it. This power filled them with both awe and desire.

"What on earth is this?" the man in black robe couldn't help but ask.

Before they could react, a powerful suction force came from the crack and sucked them in...