Rise of the Otherworld.

When everyone heard the little girl's words, it was like seeing a ray of light in the darkness. Zhang Hao's eyes instantly became firm. He gripped the sword tightly, and the wounds on his body began to bleed again due to the violent movement, but he seemed unaware of it.

"Everyone, follow me and focus on attacking its belly!" Zhang Hao shouted, tightening his grip on the sword. His voice was filled with undeniable determination, as if this was their last hope.

The woman took a deep breath and gathered her magic power once more. The magic wand in her hand shone brightly. Her eyes were filled with determination. Although the excessive consumption of magic power made her body shaky, she still gritted her teeth and persevered.

Ling Yu also forced himself to prepare the talisman. His face was pale, and beads of sweat covered his forehead, but he clenched the talisman tightly in his hand, ready to deliver a fatal blow at any time.

The mysterious man gritted his teeth and struggled to get up from the ground. His wounds were bleeding, and every step he took left a blood mark, but his eyes were always fixed on the monster's belly, filled with a desire for revenge.

Although the old man's magic power was almost exhausted, he still gave everyone encouragement with a firm look. His voice was weak but full of power: "Keep going, children, we will definitely overcome this!"

Zhang Hao rushed towards the monster, drawing its attention. The monster's two heads attacked him frantically, a crisscross of flames and frost that put him in peril. The blazing flames seared his skin, the cold frost froze his limbs, yet he bravely pressed forward, unflinching.

"Now!" The woman seized the opportunity and fired a powerful magic beam at the monster's abdomen. The magic beam was dazzling, carrying the last bit of her strength, and it rushed towards its target with a roar.

Ling Yu then threw out the talisman, which transformed into a sharp blade, pressing directly against the monster's weak spot. His arms trembled from the excessive force, but his eyes showed no hesitation.

The mysterious man also took the opportunity to rush forward, the dagger in his hand flashing with a cold light. His figure was like a ghost, quickly shuttling between the monster's feet, looking for the best angle to attack.

The monster sensed their intentions and twisted its body desperately in defense. Its body was huge, and every twist brought a gust of wind, making their attacks more difficult.

Zhang Hao was hit by the monster's flames, his clothes instantly burned, and part of his hair was also singed. But he did not retreat and continued to rush towards the monster's abdomen.

The woman's face was as pale as paper due to excessive use of magic power. Her body was shaky and almost collapsed. But she still insisted on using magic, and each time she released magic, her body became weaker.

Ling Yu's spells continued to consume his strength, his breathing became rapid, and his steps became heavy. But his eyes remained firm, and the spells in his hand flew towards the monster continuously.

As the mysterious man approached the monster, he was struck by its tail and fell heavily to the ground. His body rolled several times on the ground and hit a large rock. But he stubbornly got up and rushed towards the monster again.

The old man shouted loudly: "Come on, kids!" His voice became hoarse with excitement, and his eyes were full of expectations and trust in everyone.

Finally, their combined attacks struck the monster's abdomen. The monster let out a shrill scream that echoed through the sky. Its body began to stagger, its massive frame like a crumbling mountain.

"Give it a final blow now!" Zhang Hao shouted. His voice was hoarse, but full of desire for victory.

Everyone launched a full-scale attack again. Various lights and powers gathered together to form a powerful torrent, rushing towards the monster.

The monster fell to the ground with a loud thud, raising a cloud of dust. The earth trembled, as if marking the end of this fierce battle.

Everyone collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath. Everyone's body had reached its limit, exhausted.

"We succeeded..." the woman said weakly, her voice filled with a hint of relief and the joy of having survived.

However, before they could celebrate, a group of mysterious figures suddenly appeared around them. These figures were looming in the dust, their faces could not be seen clearly, but they exuded a dangerous aura.

Zhang Hao forced himself to sit up, gripped the sword tightly in his hand, and looked at these mysterious figures vigilantly.

"Who are you?" Zhang Hao shouted.

The mysterious figure did not answer, but slowly approached them.

The woman hugged the little girl tightly, her eyes full of fear.

Lingyu and the mysterious man also struggled to stand up, ready to fight again.

The old man frowned, secretly worried.

As the mysterious figures approached, their faces gradually became clear...