Rise of the Otherworld.

As the shadow's eerie words fell, the atmosphere around them instantly grew more solemn. Zhang Hao and the others stared at the shadow warily, not daring to let their guard down for even a moment. Their breathing quickened, their heartbeats remarkably clear in the silence of the ruins.

"Next, I'll show you a real challenge." The black shadow said, his hands dancing, and a powerful dark force surged from him. That power surged like a black tide, instantly filling the entire ruins space.

Instantly, countless black air currents appeared from the ruins, swirling wildly and charging towards everyone. Wherever the air currents passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

Zhang Hao shouted, "Everyone, be careful!" He swung his sword, trying to cut through the air currents, but the currents seemed to have life, nimbly avoiding his attacks. Every time the sword collided with the air currents, a black light splashed out, terrifying everyone.

The black-robed figure was struck by a gust of air, sent flying backwards and slamming heavily into the wall. His body left a deep mark on the wall before slowly sliding down. "Puff!" He spat out a mouthful of blood, his face instantly turning as pale as paper.

"Black Robe!" the herbalist shouted anxiously, wanting to go over and help. But as soon as he took a step, he was forced back by a strong airflow.

The old man hurriedly cast a spell, forming a protective shield around them. "Hold your ground!" he shouted. His voice trembled with nervousness, but the staff in his hand gleamed with determination.

But the protective shield was shaky under the impact of the dark air currents. The air currents kept hitting the protective shield, making loud "bang bang" sounds, as if it would break at any time.

Zhang Hao frowned, pondering a countermeasure. "This isn't going to work. We must take the initiative!" A flicker of determination flashed in his eyes, and his hand gripping the sword so tightly that the knuckles turned white from the force.

With that, he flashed and rushed towards the shadow. His figure was like an arrow shot from a bow, instantly piercing through the heavy air currents.

The shadow sneered and waved his sleeve lightly. A powerful force pushed Zhang Hao back. Zhang Hao felt like he was hit by a mountain and flew backwards involuntarily.

"Hmph, you're overestimating yourself," the shadow scoffed, his voice filled with disdain and contempt.

Zhang Hao got up from the ground, a trace of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were more determined. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and gripped the sword again.

"We can't be intimidated by him!" Zhang Hao shouted. His voice echoed through the ruins, inspiring everyone's fighting spirit.

The herbalists also mustered their courage and threw hidden weapons made from various herbs to try to disrupt the shadows. Those hidden weapons flickered green in the darkness like a swarm of fireflies.

Although these attacks had little effect on Black Shadow, they did distract him. Black Shadow had to use some of his strength to resist these hidden weapons, and the rhythm of his attacks slowed down slightly.

At this moment, Zhang Hao discovered that when the shadow exerted its power, a brief rune light would appear under its feet. The light was fleeting, and if Zhang Hao had not been concentrating on observing it, he would not have been able to detect it at all.

"Attack his feet!" Zhang Hao shouted, his voice filled with excitement and hope.

Upon hearing this, everyone concentrated their attacks on the shadow's feet. The light of various weapons and spells intertwined, forming a powerful attack wave.

The shadow didn't expect them to notice this flaw, and was momentarily panicked. He tried to dodge, but it was too late.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhang Hao rushed forward again, his sword pointed directly at the black shadow's chest. His speed was as fast as lightning, and the sword flashed with a dazzling light.

The black shadow tried to resist, but was a little slow because he was attacked at the foot.

Zhang Hao's sword left a wound on the shadow's arm. Black blood gushed out of the wound, emitting a pungent smell.

The shadow roared, and the dark power erupted again. This time, the power was even stronger than before, and the entire ruins began to tremble.

"Oh no, everyone retreat quickly!" Zhang Hao shouted.

Everyone quickly retreated, avoiding this powerful force. Their faces were solemn, knowing that the next battle would be even more difficult.

"You think you can defeat me like this? How naive!" the shadow roared. His voice was filled with anger and murderous intent.

But at this moment, Zhang Hao and the others were even more motivated. They firmly believed that as long as they united, they would definitely find a way to defeat the shadow. They looked at each other and saw determination and courage in each other's eyes.

Zhang Hao took a deep breath and said, "Let's do it again!"

Everyone responded in unison: "Okay!"

They rushed towards the shadow again, and a more intense battle was about to begin...