Rise of the Otherworld.

Although the monster's attacks gradually weakened, it was still an extremely powerful existence, and everyone did not dare to take it lightly.

Zhang Hao, enduring the pain, climbed to his feet and gripped his sword once more. His clothes were already tattered, and blood oozed from the wounds on his body, but his eyes burned with an unyielding fighting spirit. Even though his body was covered in wounds, he would never retreat. With every step, he could feel the sharp pain in his body, but his steps remained firm and powerful.

The woman continuously cast protective spells for everyone, simultaneously searching for the monster's weakness, ready to deliver the fatal blow. Her forehead was covered in sweat, her face pale, but the magic in her hand never dimmed. Her eyes were focused and calm, striving to create a safe space for everyone in this chaotic battlefield.

Ling Yu's talismans had already been mostly depleted, but he gritted his teeth and persevered, his movements unwavering. His arms trembled slightly from the exertion, but his gaze remained fixed on the monster, never missing a single opportunity to strike. Each talisman he cast carried with it the last ounce of his strength.

The mysterious man nimbly dodged the monster's attacks, searching for opportunities to inflict greater damage. His figure, like a ghost, moved through the monster's shadows. His breathing was rapid, but the murderous intent within him grew stronger. The dagger in his hand flashed with a cold light, waiting for the perfect moment.

The old man's magic power was rapidly depleting, but he continued to exert his full power, the light on his staff never dimming. His body was shaky, but his will was as strong as steel. Every spell he unleashed was filled with his desire for victory.

The monster roared angrily and launched another frantic attack. Each of its attacks carried overwhelming force, leaving the crowd exhausted. The wind howled, sand and rocks flew, as if the world was about to end.

"Everyone, hold on!" Zhang Hao shouted, his voice filled with encouragement and determination. His figure seemed so small in the strong wind, but it was like a powerful spiritual force, supporting everyone's faith.

At that moment, the woman discovered the monster's fatal weakness. She shouted, "Attack its neck!" Her voice became sharp with excitement, and a glimmer of hope flashed in her eyes.

Zhang Hao understood what he was saying and rushed at the monster with all his strength, sword raised high, stabbing it straight at the neck. His figure was like a flash of lightning, instantly piercing the darkness.

The monster sensed danger and tried to dodge, but the mysterious man and Lingyu kept interrupting it, preventing it from being distracted. The mysterious man's dagger slashed across the monster's legs, leaving deep wounds; Lingyu's spells rained down on the monster, leaving it overwhelmed.

Finally, Zhang Hao's sword pierced the monster's neck with unerring accuracy. The monster let out a shrill scream, a sound that echoed through the air and sent chills down one's spine. Its body trembled violently, and black blood gushed out like a fountain.

As the monster fell, everyone collapsed to the ground, gasping for air. Their bodies had reached their limit, and every breath was accompanied by severe pain.

"We succeeded..." Ling Yu said weakly, a relieved smile on his face. His smile was filled with relief and fatigue, as if a heavy burden had been lifted off his shoulders.

However, before everyone had time to celebrate, they discovered that the little girl was missing.

"Where's the little girl?" the woman cried in panic. Her voice was filled with fear and worry, her eyes searching everywhere, her face turning pale in an instant.

Everyone suddenly became nervous and began to look for the little girl everywhere.

"Everyone, look carefully. She must be nearby!" Zhang Hao said anxiously. There was a hint of urgency in his voice, and his heartbeat was rapidly accelerating.

They searched the surroundings carefully, leaving no corner untouched, examining every stone and tree.

Suddenly, Zhang Hao heard a faint cry. He followed the sound and found the little girl trapped in a narrow crevice. The crevice was dark and damp, and the little girl's face was covered in tears and fear.

"Don't be afraid, child, we are here to save you," Zhang Hao comforted her. His voice was gentle but firm, trying to calm the little girl.

Everyone worked together to rescue the little girl from the crevice.

"Thank you..." the little girl cried, her voice trembling, her small hands tightly grasping the corner of Zhang Hao's clothes.

"It's okay, child, we're safe." The woman hugged the little girl tightly, tears streaming down her face. Her body trembled slightly with excitement, her heart filled with heartache and relief for the little girl.

After all these twists and turns, everyone's emotions remained restless for a long time. But they knew the road ahead was still long, and more challenges awaited them. They supported each other and continued to move forward, their hearts filled with hope and courage...