Rise of the Otherworld.

Facing the terrifying attack of the powerful mysterious man, although everyone's hearts were filled with fear, they were also filled with unyielding determination. Their eyes were firm, as if burning with an eternal flame.

Zhang Hao jumped up from the ground, the pain in his body seemed to be forgotten. He gripped the sword tightly, his eyes burning with rage, "Come on, even if I die today, I will take you with me!" His voice was sonorous and powerful, full of heroic spirit of facing death with indifference.

The black-robed figure took a deep breath, aligning his chaotic magical energy. "Together, we might have a chance of victory!" His voice, though weak, was resolute. A flicker of determination shone in his eyes, and his hands tightly gripped his magic tools, preparing for the impending battle of life and death.

The old man stood up straight, the staff in his hand gleaming once more. "I'll fight with all my old bones!" His face was wrinkled, but now filled with determination. Every wrinkle seemed to tell of a lifetime of vicissitudes and tenacity, now transformed into fighting power.

The herbalist also gritted his teeth and looked at the mysterious man with a determined gaze. His clothes were tattered and his body was covered with wounds, but there was no trace of retreat in his eyes, only the courage to move forward.

The woman shouted loudly: "Come on, everyone, we can do it!" Her voice was crisp and firm, bringing a touch of warmth and encouragement to everyone.

The mysterious man sneered, "You fools!" and unleashed another, even more powerful black light. Like a black torrent, it surged towards the crowd, carrying the momentum of destruction.

Zhang Hao rushed forward first, the light from his sword gleaming as it collided with the black light. He felt a surge of immense power, his arm going numb, but he gritted his teeth, refusing to retreat. His body trembled slightly, yet he remained unshaken, like an unshakable mountain.

The black-robed figure unleashed his most powerful spell. Flames, frost, and lightning intertwined into a vast net, enveloping the mysterious figure. The spell's radiance was dazzling, like the most brilliant fireworks in the night sky, carrying with it boundless power and hope.

The old man swung his staff continuously, sending powerful beams of magic light shooting towards the mysterious man. Each beam contained his profound magical power and unyielding will, like a sharp arrow, piercing the enemy's vital points.

The herbalist took the opportunity to get behind the mysterious man and threw out the last of his hidden herbal weapons. Those hidden weapons drew green arcs in the air, carrying deadly toxicity and precise targets.

The mysterious man was caught off guard by the attacks and had some wounds on his body. His face became even gloomier, and his eyes revealed a hint of surprise and anger.

"Now is the time!" Zhang Hao shouted. His voice was like a horn on the battlefield, inspiring everyone to launch the final charge.

They launched another fierce attack, their figures intersecting in the light, each strike laced with mortal resolve and boundless courage.

The mysterious man roared angrily, his aura growing even more violent. He waved his hands, and a powerful force erupted, sending everyone flying. Their bodies fell heavily to the ground like kites with broken strings.

Zhang Hao fell heavily to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood. His vision became a little blurry, but the faith in his heart remained clear.

"Am I really going to lose here?" A flash of despair flashed through his mind. But that despair was only for a moment, and was quickly replaced by firm determination.

At this moment, a warm power suddenly came from the magic weapon in his hand, slowly flowing into his body. That power was like the spring sunshine, warm and full of vitality, quickly repairing his injured body.

Zhang Hao felt his injuries rapidly recovering, his strength increasing. "It's the magic weapon! It's helping us!" Zhang Hao exclaimed in surprise. His voice was filled with hope and excitement.

Hope rekindled among the crowd, and they all scrambled to their feet, charging towards the mysterious man once again. Their steps were firm and powerful, their eyes filled with a desire for victory.

This time, their attacks were even more fierce, and their coordination was even more seamless. Each individual's movements were as smooth as flowing water, and their coordination was seamless.

Under the combined siege of everyone, the mysterious man gradually showed signs of defeat. His movements became slower and his attacks less fierce.

"No, this is impossible!" The mysterious man roared unwillingly. His voice was filled with despair and anger, but he could not change his gradually losing fate.

But in the end, he fell at the feet of the crowd, his body hitting the ground hard, raising a cloud of dust.

"We won!" the crowd cheered. Their voices echoed across the empty battlefield, filled with joy and pride.

However, before they could celebrate for long, they discovered that the power of the magic weapon began to lose control, and the surrounding space began to distort. The distorted power was like a huge vortex, sucking everything into it.

"What's going on?" the herbalist said in horror.

Zhang Hao held the magic weapon tightly, trying to control its power, "Everyone be careful!"

But the force was too strong to be controlled. Everyone's body was involuntarily drawn into the distorted space...