Rise of the Otherworld.

A deep roar echoed from the hall again, shaking the entire hall slightly and causing the gravel on the ground to jump. The sound waves surged back and forth in this enclosed space like rolling thunder, causing a dull pain in the eardrums.

"What is this?" the herbalist cried in fear, his voice filled with despair and helplessness. His face was pale, and his legs were shaking, as if he would collapse to the ground in the next second.

Zhang Hao struggled to his feet, gripping his sword tightly. "No matter what, we must face it." His eyes were determined. Although his body was exhausted, his fighting spirit still burned. His clothes were tattered and the wounds on his body were still bleeding, but his posture remained upright, like an unshakable mountain.

As the roar grew closer, a massive figure slowly emerged from the depths of the hall. It was a behemoth the size of a mountain, its bulk so immense that it practically filled the entire hall. Its skin was as hard as rock, covered in strange patterns that resembled ancient runes, gleaming with a mysterious light. Its eyes were like two blazing flames, emitting a raging rage, and its mouth belched a searing breath. Wherever it passed, the air was scorched and distorted.

"This... How can I possibly defeat this?" The woman collapsed to the ground in despair, her magic wand falling to the side. Her eyes were empty, her beautiful face filled with fear and despair. Tears streamed down her cheeks, dripping onto the cold ground.

The old man gritted his teeth. "I won't give up until the last moment!" He picked up the talisman from the ground and prepared to cast another spell. His hands trembled, but his eyes revealed a determination. His white hair fluttered in the wind, making him look particularly old.

The mysterious man silently adjusted his state, his eyes fixed on the beast, searching for its weakness. His breathing was steady and deep, as if he was gathering strength, waiting for the perfect moment.

The beast trudged forward with heavy steps, each one shaking the ground violently. Its footsteps were like the source of an earthquake, triggering wave after wave of tremors. Statues within the temple collapsed, sending up clouds of dust. It opened its bloody maw, roared, and lunged at the crowd. Its fangs, like sharp swords, sent a chill down its spine.

Zhang Hao charged forward without hesitation, leaping high and swinging his sword at the beast's eyes. His figure arced through the air, radiating unwavering courage. However, the beast flicked its head, sending Zhang Hao flying. His body slammed into the wall like a cannonball, sliding down, blood spurting from his mouth.

The old man took the opportunity to throw a spell, which transformed into rays of light and shot towards the beast. But these rays of light hit the beast like raindrops falling on stone, with no effect at all. The beast simply shook itself lightly, and the spells turned to ash.

The mysterious man took advantage of the beast's momentary distraction and darted towards its legs, attempting to strike its joints. His movements were agile and swift, like a flash of lightning. But the beast reacted quickly, slapping the mysterious man with one claw, knocking him to the ground. He rolled several times before finally coming to a struggling stop.

"Are we really going to die here?" the little girl burst into tears. Her cry was particularly miserable in the tense atmosphere, making people feel pity.

Ling Yu's eyes narrowed, "Don't give up, let's attack its weaknesses together!" Her voice was firm and powerful, bringing a glimmer of hope to everyone.

At this moment, Zhang Hao discovered a lighter area on the beast's abdomen. "That might be its weak spot!"

Upon hearing this, everyone unleashed their strongest attacks, striking at the beast's belly. The woman gathered all her magical power, and the light from her wand shone brightly, sending a powerful beam of magic blasting towards the beast's belly. The old man cast his spell again, this time transforming into razor-sharp blades, flying towards the beast. The mysterious man, also gnawing at the pain, charged at the beast once more, his weapon flashing with a cold light.

Zhang Hao gritted his teeth, raised his sword again, and rushed towards the beast...