Rise of the Otherworld.

The deep roar coming from outside instantly tightened everyone's heart. They exchanged glances and walked out of the house with solemn expressions. Every step was filled with deep caution, as if they were about to step into the abyss of hell.

As they stepped out of the door, they saw a massive beast, resembling a lion or tiger, approaching them. Its fur stood on end like steel needles, gleaming with a cold metallic sheen in the dim sunlight, like a natural armor. Its blood-red eyes shone with a ferocious brilliance, a light like a burning flame, filled with endless murderous intent. The hot air from its mouth seemed to ignite the air, and every breath was accompanied by a muffled growl.

"Everyone, be careful!" Zhang Hao shouted, holding his sword across his body in a defensive stance. His eyes were firm and calm; despite facing such a powerful enemy, he had no intention of retreating.

The woman quickly shielded the little girl behind her, her magic wand flashing, ready to strike at any moment. Her heartbeat raced, beads of sweat formed on her forehead, but her gaze remained fixed on the beast, not daring to lose focus for even a moment.

The mysterious man gripped the dagger tightly, his eyes fixed on the beast, searching for its weakness. His body leaned forward slightly, like a cheetah about to pounce, his muscles tensed, ready to strike.

Ling Yu quickly pulled out a few talismans from his pocket, ready to go. His fingers trembled slightly, not out of fear, but out of excitement. This was a life-and-death battle, and also a huge test of his strength.

The old man muttered a spell, casting a protective spell on the group. His voice was deep and powerful, as if the ancient spell held boundless power. A faint light enveloped the group, bringing a sense of security.

The beast didn't give them time to prepare, and pounced. Its speed was as fast as lightning, and it was in front of everyone in an instant. Zhang Hao dodged to the side and swung his sword at the beast. The sword collided with the beast's body, making a crisp sound and splashing a string of sparks.

The beast dodged nimbly, turned around, and slashed at Zhang Hao with its claws. The claws made a sharp sound, as if they could tear everything apart.

The woman seized the opportunity to cast a spell, and a beam of light struck the beast's back. The magical force exploded across the beast's body, leaving a deep scar. The beast roared in pain, then attacked them even more frantically.

The mysterious man seized the opportunity, leaped over to the beast, and stabbed its dagger into its abdomen. But the beast reacted extremely quickly, swinging its body and throwing the mysterious man heavily. The mysterious man's body arced in the air before falling heavily to the ground, rolling several times before coming to a stop.

Ling Yu threw a talisman, which transformed into flames that burned around the beast. The flames burned fiercely, enveloping the beast. The beast, surrounded by the flames, showed no fear, but only grew more ferocious. It charged through the flames, attempting to break free.

The old man's spells continued to bless everyone, increasing their strength and defense. His forehead was covered with sweat and his face turned pale, but he persisted, chanting the incantation without a moment's pause.

Zhang Hao engaged in a thrilling battle with the beast, his clothes ripped by the beast and his body covered in wounds. Blood stained his clothes, but he gritted his teeth and persevered. Every swing of his sword carried his unyielding will and desire for victory.

The woman's magic continued to consume her magic power, her face became paler and paler, but her attack did not weaken at all. Her eyes were full of determination. In order to protect the little girl behind her and for everyone to survive, she had to fight to the end.

The mysterious man got up from the ground and joined the battle again, cooperating with Zhang Hao to try to give the beast a fatal blow. Their figures kept shuttling under the attacks of the beast, and each attack was full of danger, but they did not retreat.

Ling Yu threw out his talismans one after another, buying them a chance. His eyes were focused and determined, and the talismans in his hand seemed to be his last hope.

With everyone's concerted efforts, the beast gradually began to tire. Its movements became sluggish, and its attacks less fierce. Zhang Hao seized the opportunity, exerted all his strength, and stabbed the beast's eye with his sword.

The beast screamed and fell to the ground. After struggling for a few times, it finally stopped moving. Its huge body raised a cloud of dust on the ground, as if it was its last act of unwillingness.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, slumped to the ground, and gasped for air. Their bodies were exhausted, and every cell in their body told of the hardship of this battle.

"This beast is truly formidable," the mysterious man said, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth. His voice was weak and hoarse, but it carried a hint of triumph.

"But it's finally solved. Let's continue searching for clues to the ruins." Zhang Hao stood up and said. Although his body was tired, his eyes were still full of determination.

They returned to the house and continued to study the mural. The patterns and symbols on the mural became more mysterious and complex in their eyes.

"What does this mean?" The woman frowned and thought hard.

The old man stepped forward and carefully examined every detail of the mural. "I feel like there's a huge secret hidden here."

Ling Yu said on the side: "Maybe we need to combine the clues we got before with this mural."

Everyone began to reorganize their thoughts and piece all the clues together.

At this moment, the little girl suddenly said, "I seem to see these patterns move."

Everyone was startled and looked at the mural again...