Rise of the Otherworld.

The smoke gradually cleared, and everyone could finally see the situation clearly. The monster was still baring its fangs and claws, attacking frantically. Its huge body stirred up gusts of wind in the cave, making everyone's clothes rustle.

Zhang Hao seized the opportunity, leaped forward, and thrust his sword fiercely into the monster's eyes. His gaze was firm and resolute, his movements swift as lightning. The monster screamed in pain, the sound echoing through the cave, making everyone's ears ring. It twisted its body even more frantically, its massive tail sweeping across, stirring up a gust of wind.

The black-robed figure seized the opportunity to cast a powerful confinement spell. Ropes of light wrapped around the monster, restricting its movements. The ropes seemed to have life, tightly binding the monster and slowing its movements. "Now!" the black-robed figure shouted, sweat dripping down his forehead.

The herbalist quickly tossed a handful of specially prepared herbal powder, which drifted through the air like a layer of green smoke. The powder sizzled on the monster's wound, sending wisps of green smoke billowing from the wound. Its strength noticeably weakened, and its once-high head gradually drooped.

Zhang Hao swung his sword again, striking at the monster's neck. This strike carried all his strength and determination, and the blade flashed with a cold light that seemed to split the air. "Puff!" The monster's head was severed, and blood gushed out like a fountain, splattering the cave floor.

Everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed to the ground. Their bodies were already exhausted, every muscle trembling, and every breath seemed so heavy.

"Finally got rid of this guy," the herbalist gasped. His face was covered in a mixture of sweat and blood, and his clothes were torn to shreds.

Zhang Hao wiped the blood off his face and said, "But we can't stop. We have to keep moving forward to find the magic weapon." There was no relaxation in his eyes, but he became more determined instead.

They rested for a moment, then helped each other to stand up and continue exploring the cave. The cave was filled with the smell of blood and decay, and the ground was covered with traces of battle.

Deep in the cave, there is a stone door that emits a mysterious light. The stone door is tall and heavy, and is engraved with strange patterns, as if telling ancient secrets.

"Perhaps this is what we're looking for," the old man said, his voice tinged with anticipation and nervousness.

Zhang Hao walked forward and pushed the stone door hard, but it didn't budge. His arms trembled slightly from the force, and a hint of helplessness appeared on his face.

"Let's try it together." Zhang Hao shouted.

Everyone worked together, gathering all their strength in their hands and pushing against the stone door. With everyone shouting in unison, the stone door slowly opened. A powerful force surged from the door, pushing everyone back several steps.

Behind the door was a huge stone chamber with a stone platform in the center. On it was a magical instrument emitting powerful force. The instrument was crystal clear and shimmered with colorful light, making it impossible to look directly at it.

"That's it!" Zhang Hao said excitedly. His eyes sparkled with excitement, as if he had seen the dawn of hope.

However, just as they were about to approach the magical artifact, magical traps suddenly appeared around them. Flames rose from the ground, instantly illuminating the stone chamber red; frost spread down the walls, a chilling breath that would freeze the blood; thunder and lightning intersected overhead, emitting a deafening roar.

"Be careful!" Zhang Hao warned loudly. His voice was particularly clear among the noise.

They dodged the trap with difficulty. The high temperature of the flames scorched the corners of their clothes, the cold of the frost slowed their movements, and the threat of thunder and lightning made their heartbeats accelerate.

Zhang Hao moved nimbly between the traps, swinging the sword in his hand from time to time, trying to cut off the source of the magical power.

The man in black robe cast a defensive spell to put up a shield for everyone, but under the powerful magic attack, the light of the shield kept flickering and it could be broken at any time.

The old man relied on his rich experience to guide everyone to avoid fatal attacks.

The herbalist was looking for a way to break the trap.

After a thrilling struggle, they finally gradually discovered the pattern of the trap...