Rise of the Otherworld.

As the roaring sound from the vortex formed by the surrounding fog grew louder and louder, everyone's nerves were stretched to the limit. The sound seemed to come from the abyss of the underworld, carrying endless resentment and anger, making people tremble with fear.

The first to burst from the vortex were a swarm of ghostly black shadows, lunging at the group with bared fangs and claws. These shadows moved with incredible speed, elusive and elusive like ghosts. Zhang Hao was the first to wield his sword to meet the enemy. With a flash of his blade, he instantly annihilated several of the shadows. His sword technique was sharp, and each strike carried a resolute momentum. The blade sliced ​​through the air, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

Not to be outdone, the black-robed figure unleashed a powerful spell, radiating light and illuminating the surrounding darkness. He waved his hands, muttering something, and beams of magical light shot towards the shadows like meteors, dispersing wherever they touched.

The old man cast a defensive spell for everyone, muttering something to himself, as if casting some powerful incantation. A mysterious light shone from the tip of his staff, forming a transparent shield that enveloped everyone.

The herbalist was searching for the shadow's weaknesses, occasionally throwing hidden weapons made from herbs. These weapons traced green trails through the air, and once they struck the shadow, a puff of smoke erupted, slowing its movements.

After a fierce battle, the black shadows were finally eliminated, but before everyone could catch their breath, new enemies emerged from the vortex.

This time, a group of gigantic stone golems appeared, towering like small mountains. Their bodies were composed of solid rock, their surfaces covered in mysterious runes, emitting powerful waves of energy. They moved slowly but with immense force, each punch carrying the force of a thousand pounds, leaving a deep crater in the ground.

Zhang Hao and the others were forced to dodge the stone puppet's attacks. The strong winds from the puppet's fists stung their cheeks, and anyone not careful would be hit.

"This won't work. We have to find their weakness!" Zhang Hao shouted. His voice was exceptionally clear amidst the fierce battle, filled with determination and courage.

After some observation, they discovered that the golem's joints were its weakest point. The rock there was relatively fragile, and it connected to the golem's moving parts. So, everyone concentrated their efforts on attacking the golem's joints.

Zhang Hao dodged the stone puppet's attack with a flash of his body, then leaped up and stabbed its knee with his sword. The black-robed figure's magical light followed closely behind, converging on the same spot. The old man then unleashed a powerful spell, amplifying the power of their attacks.

The herbalist seized the opportunity and threw a specially made herbal bomb, which exploded at the joints of the stone puppet, generating a huge impact force.

Finally, with everyone's concerted efforts, the joints of the stone puppets were broken, and they fell down one after another, turning into piles of rubble.

However, the test was far from over. Immediately, a swarm of poisonous flying insects flew out from the vortex, swarming towards everyone. The sound of their wings fluttering was like thunder, making people's scalps tingle.

"Everyone, be careful not to get bitten by flying insects!" the old man warned. His voice was filled with worry, and the wrinkles on his forehead were deepened by nervousness.

Everyone used their own methods to resist the attack of the flying insects. The black-robed man used fire magic to burn the flying insects to ash. The flames formed a gorgeous sea of ​​fire in the air. Once the flying insects entered, they were instantly reduced to nothing.

The herbalists release a special herbal scent to drive away the flying insects. The scent permeates the air and slows down the insects' movements.

Zhang Hao waved his sword, creating streaks of sword wind that shot down the flying insects.

With everyone's concerted efforts, the flying insects were successfully repelled. But by this point, they were exhausted, their bodies covered in wounds. Sweat soaked their clothes, and their breathing became rapid and heavy.

"When will this ordeal end?" the herbalist gasped. His face was filled with fatigue and helplessness, and his eyes revealed a hint of despair.

"No matter what, we can't give up!" Zhang Hao insisted, gritting his teeth. His eyes were firm, filled with an unyielding will.

At this moment, the guardian's voice sounded again: "Next is the last level. If you can pass it, you will be recognized by the mysterious power."

As soon as he finished speaking, a massive figure slowly emerged from the vortex, emitting a terrifying aura that sent shivers down his spine. The figure stood dozens of feet tall, its body like a mountain, covered in black scales, each one gleaming with a cold light. Its eyes were like two giant fireballs, burning with rage.

Everyone looked at this huge figure, their hearts filled with fear, but their eyes still gleamed with determination, ready to face the final challenge...