Rise of the Otherworld.

The deep roar echoed through the cave, like a death knell striking at everyone's fragile hearts. Zhang Hao, resisting the pain, gripped the sword once again, even though it was already covered in nicks and blood. His eyes were firm and resolute, as if this broken sword was his last resort.

The woman slumped to the ground, her eyes filled with despair and helplessness. "Can we really survive?" she cried, her body shaking uncontrollably. Tears streaked across her dirty face, and her clothes were already tattered, looking extremely disheveled.

The herbalist had completely lost the will to fight. He huddled in a corner, muttering to himself, "It's over, everything is over." His eyes were dull, as if his soul had left his body, leaving only an empty shell.

The man in black robe tried hard to stand up, but found that his legs were no longer under his control. "Is this the end of us?" His voice was weak and powerless, and the staff slipped from his hand and rolled to the side.

The old man took a deep breath. "It's not time to give up yet!" A flicker of determination flashed in his eyes as he picked up the staff from the ground. Although his body was covered in wounds, his eyes still burned with an unyielding fire.

As the roar grew closer, a powerful sense of oppression washed over me. From the darkness, a massive figure slowly emerged, though its precise form was unclear. Its massive bulk, however, filled most of the cave, making me feel incredibly small and vulnerable.

"Prepare for battle!" Zhang Hao shouted through gritted teeth, his voice trembling. His throat was so dry it was practically smoking, but his fighting spirit remained undimmed.

Everyone braced themselves, ready to face the unknown horror. Their heartbeats were remarkably clear in the silent cave, each one a countdown to their death.

Suddenly, the figure unleashed a powerful force, knocking everyone to the ground. Zhang Hao fell heavily to the ground, feeling his internal organs shift. A wave of excruciating pain washed over him, nearly causing him to faint.

"What the hell is this monster?" the woman screamed, her voice shrill and piercing, filled with fear and panic.

At this moment, the figure gradually became clearer. It turned out to be a huge three-headed monster, each head with a different shape. Some of them spewed venom, some could emit lightning, and one could spew blazing flames. The monster's body was covered with hard scales, which shimmered with an eerie light, making people shudder.

The monster inched closer and closer, leaving them with nowhere to escape. Every step made the ground tremble, as if the entire cave was about to collapse.

Zhang Hao struggled to get up and rushed towards the monster again, "Even if I die, I will give it a try!" His voice was full of determination, as unswerving as a moth to a flame.

Flames erupted from one of the monster's heads, and Zhang Hao was instantly engulfed in flames. The blazing flames seemed to reduce him to ashes, and his skin scorched with a sizzling sound.

"Zhang Hao!" the woman cried. She wanted to rush over, but her legs seemed to be nailed to the ground, unable to move.

Just when everyone thought Zhang Hao was in grave danger, he roared from the flames. He actually broke through the flames and chopped at the monster's head. His body was covered with burn marks, but his eyes were still full of desire to fight.

However, the monster flicked its head lightly, knocking Zhang Hao away. His body hit the cave wall like a kite with a broken string, and then fell heavily to the ground.

Seeing this, the old man cast a powerful defensive spell, temporarily repelling the monster's attack. He muttered something, and the light on his staff grew stronger and stronger, forming a huge shield.

"Everyone, come together!" the old man shouted. His voice was hoarse from overusing his magic power, but it was full of inspiring power.

Everyone unleashed their final, ultimate moves. Suddenly, light, magic, and weapons all descended upon the monster. The woman's magic shone like a meteor through the darkness. The herbalist picked up rocks and threw them desperately at the monster. The man in black robes once again gathered his magical power and unleashed a powerful shockwave.

The monster roared in anger, engaging the crowd in a life-or-death struggle. Its three heads attacked simultaneously, a fusion of venom, lightning, and fire creating a scene of devastation. Rocks in the caverns collapsed, and huge cracks appeared in the ground.

But the people did not retreat. They had only one belief in their hearts: survive!

In this fierce battle, time seems to freeze, and every second is filled with endless danger and hope...