Rise of the Otherworld.

Facing the surging sand waves, everyone gradually felt powerless. However, there was no sign of retreat in their eyes, instead, they ignited an even stronger fighting spirit.

Zhang Hao gritted his teeth and swung his sword with vigor, exhausting every blow. Sweat streamed down his forehead, soaking his clothes, but his movements didn't slow down in the slightest. "Everyone, hold on! We'll definitely find a way!" He shouted encouragement, his voice faint amid the roar of the sand waves, yet it was packed with power, like a stabilizing force, calming everyone's panicked hearts.

The woman's magic shield began to crack under the impact of the sand waves, and the cracks spread rapidly like a spider web. Her face grew paler, and her fragile body trembled slightly, but she still fought to keep the shield stable. "I won't let it break so easily!" she shouted, her voice filled with a hint of stubbornness and unyielding. She closed her eyes tightly and poured all her magic power into the shield. The light on the shield flickered, then dimmed, as if in a final struggle.

While the old man's gusts of wind temporarily slowed the sand waves, they also rapidly drained his strength. Each swing of his staff made his breathing heavier, and his once-straight spine gradually bent. "I can't fall like this!" he thought to himself. The light on his staff gradually dimmed, but his eyes remained firm, a determination that showed a man who had weathered many hardships but never gave up.

The stones the herbalist threw seemed insignificant against the waves, but he refused to give up and kept throwing. His arms ached from the exertion, but he never faltered. "Even if it means death, I'll fight!" he roared, his voice filled with determination and courage.

The black-robed figure weaved through the sand waves, searching for the mysterious man's weakness, only to be repeatedly repelled by the powerful force. His black robe was ripped and tattered by the sand waves, and his body was covered with scars, but his eyes remained cold and determined. Each time he was repelled, he would quickly adjust his posture and charge forward again.

Just when everyone was about to give up, the little girl suddenly shouted, "I feel it, the power of the sand waves has a pattern!" Her voice was clear and loud, and it stood out in this chaotic scene.

Everyone was cheered up and began to adjust their defense rhythm according to the little girl's instructions.

Zhang Hao noticed that whenever the sand waves surged, there was a brief pause. He seized this opportunity and attacked with all his might, swinging his sword like a whirlwind. Each strike was filled with the momentum of a desperate struggle, the sword blade slicing through the sand waves, splashing countless dust. "Break it!" he roared, as if releasing all the anger and resentment in his heart through this single strike.

The woman skillfully distributed her magic power according to the rules, strengthening the shield. Her hands danced as if playing a beautiful piece of music, and magic flowed from her fingertips, converging on the shield. The light on the shield no longer flickered, but became stable and powerful, resisting wave after wave of sand waves.

The old man adjusted his spellcasting, maximizing the force of the gale at the crucial moment. He muttered something, and the light on his staff flared once more, sending a howling gale roaring out, battling the waves of sand. Each confrontation left his body trembling slightly, but his eyes remained steadfast.

The herbalist, seizing the perfect opportunity, scattered precious herbal seeds. The seeds sprouted rapidly upon contact with the sand waves. Green vines emerged from the sand, interweaving with each other to form a verdant barrier, slowing the advance of the waves. A gratified smile crossed his face, as if he had seen a glimmer of hope.

The black-robed man finally found a flaw in the mysterious man and, taking advantage of his unpreparedness, launched a fierce attack. His figure appeared behind the mysterious man like a ghost, and the dagger stabbed into his back with a cold light.

The mysterious man was surprised that everyone could find a solution so quickly, and was slightly stunned. This brief moment of distraction left a loophole in his defense.

Everyone seized the opportunity to launch a fiercer counterattack. Zhang Hao's sword shone brightly, and the sword energy was like a rainbow, stabbing straight at the mysterious man. The sword energy seemed to be able to rip the void, carrying endless power.

The woman's magic converged into a powerful beam of light, following closely behind. Wherever the beam passed, the sand waves retreated, forming a passage.

A dazzling beam of light shot out from the tip of the old man's staff, its power astonishing. The light was as blazing as the sun, illuminating the entire desert.

The herbs the herbalists had gathered grew wildly, forming green barriers that restricted the mysterious man's movements. The vines tightly wrapped around his limbs, preventing him from moving.

The black-robed man's dagger flashed with a cold light and stabbed at the mysterious man again. This time, the dagger accurately pierced the mysterious man's shoulder, and black blood spurted out.

Under the combined attack of the crowd, the mysterious man finally showed a hint of panic. His eyes were no longer calm and disdainful, replaced by fear and anger. "You bunch of ants, how dare you resist me!" He roared loudly, but his voice trembled slightly.

The crowd ignored his roar and continued their attack. They knew this was their only chance, and they had to completely defeat the mysterious man to escape this desperate situation...