Rise of the Otherworld.

Suddenly, Zhang Hao spotted a lighter-colored area on the monster's abdomen. "That could be its weak spot!" he shouted. His voice trembled with nervousness and excitement, but his eyes gleamed with determination.

Upon hearing this, everyone turned their attacks towards the monster's abdomen. The woman's magical rays shot towards that spot like arrows, brilliant and colorful, imbued with powerful magic. Each ray was like a meteor streaking across the night sky, brilliant and dazzling. Beads of sweat covered the woman's forehead, and her lips were slightly pale, but the magic in her hands showed no sign of weakening.

The old man's storm also blew towards that direction, mixed with lightning and ice blades, making crackling sounds. The old man's face was solemn, he held the staff tightly in both hands, muttered something, and continuously injected his magic power into the storm.

The herbs the herbalist threw transformed into green flames and struck the weak spot. They ignited in mid-air, forming balls of blazing green fire, emitting acrid smoke and scorching heat. The herbalist's arms ached from the constant throwing, but his eyes were filled with determination and resolve.

However, the monster sensed their intentions and desperately used its claws and tail to shield its weak spots. Its movements were swift and fierce, and every swing was accompanied by a whirring sound.

Zhang Hao took advantage of the monster's distraction and charged forward. "Break it!" he roared, raising his sword high and thrusting it with all his might into the monster's vulnerable abdomen. His figure flashed like a flash of lightning, instantly crossing the distance.

Just as the sword was about to touch the weak spot, the monster swung its claws violently and struck Zhang Hao. The claws were as hard as steel and carried tremendous power.

"Ah!" Zhang Hao screamed as he was sent flying and fell heavily to the ground. His body rolled several times before coming to a stop. His clothes were torn, and his body was covered in blood and scars.

"Zhang Hao!" The woman was terrified, her magic output even more intense. Tears glistened in her eyes, her heart filled with worry and anger. Magical light poured out like a torrential rain, illuminating the entire battlefield.

At that moment, the black-robed figure seized the opportunity, dove under the monster, and stabbed it with his dagger. His movements were swift and decisive, like an assassin in the night. But the monster reacted quickly, kicking the black-robed figure away.

"Damn it, it was so close!" the black-robed man said bitterly. A trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were still full of fighting spirit.

The old man was panting heavily, his magic power already mostly depleted, but he still persisted in casting spells. His body was trembling slightly, and the light on his staff had dimmed considerably.

The herbalist was almost exhausted, but he gritted his teeth and persevered. His eyes were a little blurry, but his hands did not stop moving.

The little girl shouted anxiously: "Come on, everyone, we must defeat it!" Her voice was clear and loud, full of encouragement and hope.

Zhang Hao struggled to get up from the ground, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. His body was shaky, but his eyes remained determined. "I won't give up!" He rushed at the monster again.

This time, everyone worked together. The woman used magic to slow the monster's movements. Rays of light wrapped around its limbs, slowing its movements. The old man's storm obstructed the monster's vision, and the howling wind made it difficult for the monster to see clearly. The herbalist threw herbs to create chaos, and a green mist spread, making the monster disoriented.

Zhang Hao finally succeeded in approaching the monster's weak spot in the abdomen and thrust his sword in fiercely. The sword sank into the monster's body up to the hilt.

"Ouch!" The monster howled in pain, the sound was deafening. Its body trembled violently, as if making its last struggle.

Black blood gushed out from the wound, splashing all over Zhang Hao. The blood had a pungent smell and was highly corrosive, causing Zhang Hao's skin to feel a burning pain.

The monster struggled for a few moments before finally falling to the ground, motionless. Its massive body smashed into the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Seeing the monster fall, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed to the ground. Their bodies were exhausted to the extreme, and everyone was gasping for breath.

"We succeeded..." Zhang Hao said weakly. His voice was hoarse and low, but a relieved smile appeared on his face.

At this moment, the light from the treasure box suddenly grew stronger, illuminating the entire valley like daylight. The light contained such powerful force that it was impossible to look directly at it.

"What's going on?" asked the herbalist in horror.

Everyone stared at the treasure box nervously, not knowing what would happen next...