Rise of the Otherworld.

Everyone prepared for battle. Zhang Hao, sword in hand, was the first to charge at the monster. He swung the sword, creating a sharp gust of wind as he charged straight at the monster. His eyes were firm and fearless, his posture swift and agile, like a fearless warrior.

The monster roared, waving its massive claws at Zhang Hao. Those claws felt like steel, whirring with the wind. The claws collided with a resounding clatter, sparks flying everywhere, and Zhang Hao was thrown back several steps by the immense force. His palms went numb, and his arms trembled slightly, but there was no trace of fear in his eyes.

"Everyone, attack together!" the woman cried out, casting a spell. Rays of light shot towards the monster. The rays shone like meteors, imbued with powerful magical energy. Her face paled from the massive outpouring of magic, but her eyes were filled with determination.

The old man waved his staff, summoning a powerful storm that swept the monster away. Lightning and icy blades mingled in the storm, crackling with it. Sweat beads covered the old man's forehead, and his breathing became rapid, but he kept swinging the staff steadily.

The herbalist mustered his courage, pulled some powder from his pocket, and sprinkled it at the monster. The powder filled the air, forming clouds of colorful smoke. His hands trembled slightly, but he gritted his teeth and continued to toss the powder.

The black-robed man shook the bell in his hand, emitting a strange sound wave that disrupted the monster's movements. The sound wave reverberated in the air, causing the monster's movements to slow down briefly.

Under the attacks of the crowd, the monster seemed somewhat angry and anxious. It opened its bloody mouth and spewed out a stream of black flames. The flames were so hot that they seemed to be able to reduce everything to ash.

"Be careful!" Zhang Hao shouted. He quickly dodged to the side, and the flames brushed past his body, singeing the corners of his clothes.

Everyone hurried to avoid it. Wherever the flames passed, everything was charred black and emitted a pungent smell.

Zhang Hao took advantage of the gap between the monster's attacks and rushed forward again, slashing the monster's legs with his sword. The blade rubbed against the monster's hard skin, making a harsh sound.

The monster felt the pain and attacked them even more frantically, waving its claws even more fiercely and sweeping its tail, stirring up a gust of wind.

The woman's magic continued to drain her strength, but she still gritted her teeth and persevered. Her lips had lost their color, and sweat fell from her forehead like rain.

The old man's storm gradually weakened, and his face grew paler. Every time he swung his staff, it was as if he had exhausted all his strength.

The herbalist's powder seemed to have little effect on the monster, and he was extremely anxious. "What should I do? My powder has no effect on it!" He said with a hint of despair in his voice.

Although the sound waves from the black-robed man's bell could slow the monster's movements, they couldn't cause any substantial damage. He frowned, pondering a countermeasure.

"This won't work. We have to find its weakness!" Zhang Hao shouted, his voice clearly audible amidst the fierce battle.

While dealing with the monster's attacks, everyone was looking for its weaknesses.

At this moment, the little girl suddenly shouted, "I saw a scale on its back that was a different color!" Her voice was clear and loud.

Zhang Hao heard this and locked his gaze on the monster's back. "I'll attract its attention, and you guys take the opportunity to attack!" Zhang Hao took a deep breath and charged at the monster again.

The monster was enraged by Zhang Hao's provocation and attacked him with all its might. Zhang Hao nimbly dodged the monster's attacks and continued to provoke it.

The woman and others took the opportunity to rush to the monster's back and attack.

The woman's magical light converged into a powerful beam, blasting towards the scale. The old man's storm also focused its force there. The herbalist threw out the last of his precious herbs, which transformed into a ball of green flame. The black-robed man's bells intensified, disrupting the monster's defenses.

Everyone's attacks were focused on the scale of different colors.

The monster let out a deafening roar of pain, its body trembling violently, and fell to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

When everyone saw the monster fall, they breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed on the ground.

"Finally defeated it..." the woman said weakly.

"But we can't be careless, there may be other dangers." The old man warned.

At this moment, the treasure box glowed again...