Rise of the Otherworld.

Everyone rallied, their eyes filled with a determination to face death. Zhang Hao took a deep breath, forcibly summoning the remaining strength within him, and charged the beast once more. His steps were slightly unsteady, but each one was filled with determination. His clothes were already tattered, and the wounds on his body had reopened from the intense movement, staining his clothes red with blood, but he paid no heed.

The woman wiped the tears from her eyes, clasped her hands together, and muttered something. A more powerful magical force gathered around her. Her hair flowed in the wind, and her eyes gleamed with determination. Her lips trembled slightly, and the sound of her incantation echoed in the air. The surrounding elements seemed to be drawn by her will, constantly converging.

The herbalist gripped his club tightly, veins bulging in his arms as he roared, "Today, either you die or I die!" His voice was hoarse and filled with rage, as if he was trying to channel all the fear in his heart into strength. His eyes, bloodshot, stared at the beast, and every breath was filled with deep hatred.

The old man danced his hands, casting an ancient sealing spell, attempting to restrain the beast's movements. His movements were fluid and practiced, and despite his extreme fatigue, his expression was focused and solemn. He muttered to himself, and the ancient incantation flowed from his mouth, as if carrying the wisdom and power of a thousand years.

The black-robed figure poured his final magical power into his staff, causing its tip to blaze with dazzling light. His body trembled, but his gaze remained resolute. He gritted his teeth, pinning all his hopes on this final blow.

Zhang Hao was the first to approach the beast. He leaped high, and with all his strength, he thrust his sword fiercely into the beast's belly. This time, the sword finally penetrated a little deeper. The friction between the sword and the scales made a sharp sound, and Zhang Hao's arm trembled from the huge reaction force, but he held the hilt tightly and continued to push forward.

The beast roared in pain, struggling furiously to break free from Zhang Hao. Its body twisted, stirring up a gust of wind, its immense force making it nearly impossible for Zhang Hao to hold onto the sword.

The woman seized the opportunity and unleashed the powerful spell she had been gathering for so long. A brilliant beam of light struck the beast's wound. The light streaked across the battlefield like a meteor, instantly illuminating the entire battlefield. The powerful energy impacted the beast's wound, doubling its pain.

The herbalist followed closely behind, striking the wound with his club, each blow accompanied by a roar, as if venting all his rage and despair.

However, the beast was still powerful. It broke free from Zhang Hao's sword and slashed at the herbalist with one claw. "Be careful!" Zhang Hao shouted, his voice filled with anxiety and worry.

At this critical moment, the old man's sealing spell took effect, and the beast's movements instantly slowed down. Its claws paused in mid-air, giving the herbalist a chance to dodge.

The black-robed man's staff shone into the beast's eyes, temporarily blinding it. The beast roared in pain, its head shaking continuously.

Everyone took the opportunity to launch a violent attack on the beast. Various spells and weapons rained down upon the beast, aggravating its injuries.

The beast's wounds continued to widen, blood gushing out like a fountain. Its body began to stagger, and its breath gradually weakened.

But it still fought desperately, waving its claws in a last-ditch effort. Each of its attacks was filled with desperation and anger, forcing everyone to not relax even a little.

Just as everyone felt exhausted and on the verge of collapse, Zhang Hao suddenly felt a mysterious power surge from the depths of his heart. "This is..." Without time to ponder, he channeled this power into his sword. A strange light instantly shone from the blade, and wherever the light touched, the behemoth's wounds began to rapidly crumble.

"Everyone, work harder!" Zhang Hao shouted. His voice was filled with strength and hope, rekindling everyone's fighting spirit.

Encouraged, they attacked again, their attacks even more fiercely, as if they wanted to unleash all their strength at this moment.

Finally, the beast let out a desperate wail and collapsed to the ground, its body hitting the ground heavily, raising a cloud of dust.

Everyone collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath, but with smiles of victory on their faces. Their eyes were filled with exhaustion and relief. After such a difficult battle, they finally defeated this powerful enemy.

At this moment, a warm light descended from the sky, enveloping everyone. This light was like the spring sunshine, warm and gentle, greatly soothing everyone's tired bodies and minds.

Zhang Hao slowly raised his head and looked at the source of the light, his heart full of doubts and expectations.

The woman was also attracted by the light. She stretched out her hand and tried to touch the magical light.

The herbalist lay on the ground, letting the light shine on him, with a peaceful expression on his face.

The old man and the man in black robe also quietly felt the power and tranquility brought by the light.

Under the illumination of the light, everyone's wounds began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye, and their consumed strength gradually recovered...