Rise of the Otherworld.

Zhang Hao struggled to his feet, gripping his sword tightly. The dried blood on the blade reflected a dim light in the sunlight. His clothes were tattered, and his exposed skin was covered with scars, but his eyes were firm and resolute, staring directly at the still ferocious monster. Every breath was accompanied by pain, but he had only one belief in his heart: to defeat this monster.

The woman wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and once again gathered the light of magic in her hands. Her hair was disheveled and plastered to her face, and her once beautiful features now looked a little dishevelled. But the fear in her eyes was no longer there, replaced by a resolute fighting spirit. The light in her hands danced, like a flame burning within her heart.

The herbalist picked up the stick from the ground. Though his arms trembled, he gritted his teeth and approached the monster step by step. His eyes were filled with stubbornness, as if he had forgotten the pain in his body. The barbs on the stick cut his palm, and blood dripped down the stick, but he was completely unaware.

The old man took a deep breath, regulating his breathing. The talisman in his hand shimmered with a mysterious light. His face was as pale as paper, and beads of sweat beaded his forehead, but his gaze remained focused and determined. Each talisman embodied years of practice and experience, and he prepared to cast another powerful spell.

The black-robed man tightened his grip on his staff, the light from its tip growing ever brighter. His eyes were filled with a thirst for victory, his black robes rustling in the wind. He muttered something in a low, rapid voice, as if communicating with some mysterious power.

The monster looked at the group of humans who refused to surrender and roared again. The sound shook the leaves in the valley to the ground, as if it was its last struggle. The sound waves hit the people's eardrums, making them feel dizzy.

Zhang Hao charged forward first, his figure swift as lightning. The sword swung in his hand, thrusting straight into the monster's belly with unstoppable momentum. His movements were swift and decisive, each strike laced with the determination to kill.

The monster swung its claws to block the attack, but the woman seized the opportunity and released a magical light, hitting the monster's eyes and causing it to pause briefly. The light instantly illuminated the monster's ferocious face, causing a flash of panic in its eyes.

The herbalist seized the opportunity and struck the monster's leg with his stick, using all his strength. He roared, as if venting all his anger and pain on this single blow. The stick collided with the monster's leg, making a dull thud.

The old man muttered something, and the spell transformed into a powerful energy wave that rushed towards the monster. The energy wave was like a surging ocean wave, carrying the power to destroy everything.

The black-robed man's staff shone brightly, and a powerful spell struck the monster's back. The magic exploded on the monster's back, emitting a brilliant light and causing the monster to tremble in pain.

Under the combined attack of the crowd, the monster roared in agony. Its body began to sway, and its steps became unsteady. But it remained unwilling to fall, and fought back frantically.

"Now is the time! Everyone, work harder!" Zhang Hao shouted. His voice echoed in the valley, inspiring everyone.

The crowd's attacks grew more intense, as if they were unleashing all their strength at this moment. Each attack carried their determination and courage, and each cry expressed their desire to survive.

The monster's body was covered in wounds, blood constantly flowing, staining the ground bright red. But it still did not give up resistance, waving its claws and tail frantically, trying to give everyone a final fatal blow.

Zhang Hao was caught off guard by the monster's tail and was sent flying, crashing heavily into a tree. The trunk shook violently, and leaves fell.

"Zhang Hao!" the woman exclaimed, her voice filled with worry and fear.

Zhang Hao got up from the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood, but his eyes remained firm. "I'm fine, continue!" His voice was weak but full of strength.

The herbalist was scratched on the shoulder by the monster's claws, but he did not retreat, but became more courageous. He gritted his teeth and rushed towards the monster again, with only the hateful enemy in his eyes.

The old man and the black-robed mana consumed a huge amount, but they still persisted in attacking continuously. Their bodies were shaky, but their wills were as solid as a rock.

Under the continuous attacks of the crowd, the monster finally couldn't hold on and fell to the ground. Its body hit the ground heavily, raising a cloud of dust.

Everyone collapsed to the ground due to exhaustion of physical strength and magic power. They gasped for breath, but smiles of victory appeared on their faces.

"We... did it..." Zhang Hao said weakly, his voice filled with exhaustion and relief.

The valley was filled with the joy of victory and the scent of exhaustion. A gentle breeze blew, bringing a hint of coolness, as if soothing everyone's wounded bodies and minds.

After a while, Zhang Hao struggled to stand up, "We have to leave here quickly and find a safe place to rest."

Everyone nodded, supported each other, and slowly left this place filled with blood and fighting...