Rise of the Otherworld.

Zhang Hao took advantage of the moment when the monster was distracted by the others, rolled to the bottom of the monster's abdomen, and thrust his sword upwards. In that moment, he seemed to pour all his strength into this thrust, and the blade of his sword flashed with a cold light.

The monster roared in agony, and green blood gushed from its wounds. The blood, carrying a pungent smell, splattered onto the ground, instantly corroding deep pits. It struggled frantically, its massive claws flailing wildly, stirring up gusts of wind. Each swing was like a storm, stirring the surrounding mist.

Seeing this, the woman immediately intensified her magical attack, sending brilliant beams of light careening towards the monster like meteors. These beams, imbued with powerful magical energy, erupted into dazzling sparks the moment they made contact with the monster. Her gaze was firm and focused, her forehead covered in beads of sweat, but her hands remained unwavering.

The tip of the old man's staff shone with a dazzling light. He muttered something, and a powerful force surged from the staff, transforming into a rope that tightly bound the monster's wings. The rope emitted a mysterious light, as if it had life, constantly tightening, making the monster's wings unable to move.

Not to be outdone, the herbalist threw all his precious herbs at the monster. The herbs transformed into puffs of green smoke in the air, burrowing into the monster's wounds and exacerbating its pain. Each herb seemed to carry his own hope and courage, contributing its own strength to this battle.

The black-robed figure took advantage of the monster's distraction and stabbed its dagger like a venomous snake at its eye. His movements were swift and agile, leaving only a blurry shadow in the mist. The dagger pierced the monster's left eye with unerring precision, causing it to let out an even more shrill scream.

Under the combined attack of everyone, the monster gradually lost its strength and its movements became increasingly sluggish. Its breathing became heavy and rapid, and the fierce light in its eyes gradually dimmed.

"Now, everyone, work harder!" Zhang Hao shouted, raising his sword again and stabbing fiercely at the monster's wound. His voice was full of strength and determination, which boosted everyone's morale.

As the sword penetrated deeper, the monster finally gave up and collapsed to the ground, raising a cloud of dust that enveloped everyone like a small sandstorm.

Everyone looked at the fallen monster, exhausted and collapsing on the ground, gasping for breath. Their bodies were exhausted to the extreme, and each of their faces was covered with sweat and dust, but their eyes were filled with the joy of victory.

"We...we finally defeated it," the woman said weakly, a relieved smile on her face. Her voice was hoarse and weak, but it was filled with a sense of accomplishment.

The old man wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "This battle was really thrilling." His eyes revealed a hint of fatigue, but more of it was admiration for everyone and hope for survival.

The herbalist looked at his empty medicine basket, smiled bitterly and shook his head, "All my precious herbs are used up." Although there was a hint of helplessness on his face, there was no regret in his heart.

The black-robed man remained silent, but his slightly trembling hands showed that he was not at ease either. He just stood there quietly, recovering his strength.

The little girl ran over and said, "Everyone is so awesome!" Her eyes were shining with admiration and her face was filled with an innocent smile.

Zhang Hao stood up and said, "Don't relax yet, we have to leave this place quickly." He looked around vigilantly, with a vague feeling of uneasiness in his heart.

At this moment, the fog in the valley suddenly became thicker, and a mysterious force seemed to prevent them from leaving. The fog seemed to have substance, forming invisible walls that made their vision even more blurred.

"What's going on?" the herbalist asked in horror, his voice filled with fear, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

Zhang Hao frowned, "No matter what, we can't be trapped here." His eyes were firm and resolute, and he held the sword tightly in his hand.

Everyone cheered up again and prepared to face new challenges.

The woman took a deep breath, trying to regain her magic power. The old man gripped his staff tightly, ready to cast a spell at any moment. The herbalist picked up a stone from the ground. Although its power was weak, he was ready for battle. The man in black robes adjusted his breathing, a hint of coldness in his eyes.

They moved forward slowly, each step cautious. The fog grew thicker, making it almost impossible for them to see each other.

Suddenly, a sinister laugh came from the front...