Rise of the Otherworld.

The moment the massive figure appeared, the overwhelming pressure nearly staggered everyone. Zhang Hao gritted his teeth, forcing himself not to kneel, his gaze fixed on the behemoth before him. His eyes were filled with determination and resolve, as if the object before him wasn't an invincible monster, but an obstacle that must be overcome.

"What kind of monster is this!" the herbalist cried out in terror. His voice trembled, and his legs trembled constantly. The monster before him was far too powerful, beyond his imagination, and filled him with fear.

The black-robed man took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. "No matter what, we must fight with all our might!" His face was pale, but his eyes gleamed with an unyielding light. He knew that retreating at this moment would mean death, and only by bravely moving forward could there be a glimmer of hope.

A trace of determination flashed in the old man's eyes, "Let's go together, for the town, for our mission!" His voice was steady and powerful, as if it injected a powerful spiritual power into everyone.

With that, everyone rushed toward the massive figure. Zhang Hao led the charge, his sword blazing brightly as he slashed at the monster's legs. His movements were swift and decisive, the sword tracing a beautiful arc through the air. However, the sword struck the monster's scales, sending only a shower of sparks, leaving it unscathed. The scales were as hard as iron, like an impenetrable armor.

The monster roared, raising its massive palm and striking Zhang Hao. The palm descended like a dark cloud, carrying a whistling sound. At that crucial moment, the black-robed figure cast a shield spell, blocking Zhang Hao's path. The shield, gleaming with a blue light, collided with the palm with a resounding sound, as if the heavens were collapsing and the earth were splitting. The black-robed figure spat out blood from the shock, and flew backward.

"Black-robed man!" the herbalist exclaimed. His voice was filled with worry. He wanted to rush over to support the black-robed man, but the battle before him prevented him from doing so.

The old man swung his staff, and a powerful beam of magic shot towards the monster's eyes. Like a flash of lightning, it instantly illuminated the dark space. The monster felt pain and took a few steps back. Its eyes were struck by the light, and a puff of black smoke billowed out.

"Now, attack its weak spot!" the old man shouted. His voice was hoarse from exertion, but full of fighting spirit.

Everyone seized the opportunity to unleash their strongest moves. Zhang Hao's swordsmanship grew increasingly fierce, each strike carrying his fury and determination. The blade whistled through the air, forming streaks of sword energy. The black-robed man's spells shone brighter and brighter, the power of the various elements converging in his hands to form a powerful attack. The herbalist's hidden weapons rained down on the monster, each one imbued with special medicinal properties, capable of inflicting a certain amount of damage upon impact. The old man's spells were also brought to their full potential, the ancient incantations emanating from his mouth carrying a mysterious power that bound the monster's movements.

The monster, enraged by the attacks, emanated a black mist laced with poison. It quickly spread, filling the air with a pungent, unpleasant smell. The attackers were forced to fight off the poison while continuing their attacks. Their breathing became labored, their eyes tearing from the toxicity, but their attacks never faltered.

The battle entered a white-hot stage, everyone was exhausted, but no one backed down. They had only one belief in their hearts, that is to defeat the monster and save the town.

Zhang Hao suddenly noticed a thin spot on the monster's belly, and without hesitation, he leaped forward. His figure arced through the air, as bright as a shooting star.

"Zhang Hao, be careful!" everyone shouted in unison, their voices filled with concern and worry.

Zhang Hao, exerting all his strength, plunged his sword into the monster's abdomen. The blade sank into the monster's body, sending black blood gushing out. The monster roared in agony, a deafening roar. It struggled frantically, its immense force causing the surrounding space to tremble.

Just when everyone thought victory was in sight, the monster suddenly unleashed a powerful force, sending Zhang Hao flying. Zhang Hao fell heavily to the ground, momentarily losing consciousness. His body fell to the ground like a falling leaf, and the sword in his hand flew out of his hand.

"Zhang Hao!" the others shouted anxiously, their voices filled with despair and fear.

At this moment, the monster approached them again, its footsteps heavy and powerful, each step making the ground tremble. Its eyes burned with anger, vowing to destroy them all.

The herbalist hurried over to check on Zhang Hao's injuries. "He's still breathing, but very weak."

The black-robed man gritted his teeth and said, "We can't let Zhang Hao's efforts go to waste. Keep fighting!"

The old man nodded, "Even if it means death, we will fight to the end!"

They stood up again, facing the approaching monsters, ready for the final life-and-death showdown...