Rise of the Otherworld.

The beast trudged along with heavy steps, each one causing the ground to tremble slightly. It opened its bloody maw and released a scorching breath, instantly making the surrounding air unbearably hot. The breath seemed to emanate from hell, carrying a scorching heat wave that sent a burning pain through everyone's skin.

Zhang Hao didn't flinch. He flashed, charging at the beast first, sword raised high, and slashed at it with unstoppable force. His eyes burned with determination, and every movement was filled with power and resolve. The sword slashed a silver arc through the air, piercing the wind as it slashed straight at the beast's head.

The woman quickly cast a spell, sending beams of light darting towards the beast's eyes, attempting to disrupt its vision. Her hands danced, her voice muttering to herself. The magical light shone like a brilliant star, instantly illuminating the surrounding darkness. Each beam, imbued with powerful magical energy, headed straight for the beast's eyes.

Ling Yu threw the talisman, which transformed into fireballs in mid-air and smashed into the beast's body. The fireballs were incredibly hot, trailing long tails as they streaked across the sky like meteors. When the fireballs made contact with the beast's body, they crackled and billowed with thick smoke.

The mysterious man circled behind the beast, searching for an opportunity to strike. His steps were light and nimble, like a ghost. His eyes were fixed on the beast's every move, the dagger in his hand flashing with a cold light, ready to deliver a fatal blow at any moment.

Enraged by the attacks, the beast swung its massive claws, striking Zhang Hao. Those claws were like massive stone pillars, accompanied by a whirring sound. Zhang Hao quickly dodged to the side, but the strong wind from the claws still scratched his cheek, leaving a faint bloody mark.

The old man waved his staff from behind, casting buffs on the group, enhancing their strength and defense. His staff shone with a golden light, pouring out like flowing water, enveloping the group. Blessed by this light, they suddenly felt their bodies brimming with strength, their courage multiplied.

The woman's magic glow grew stronger and stronger. She concentrated all her energy, trying to control the beast's movements. Her forehead was covered with sweat, and her face was slightly pale, but she still gritted her teeth and persisted in casting magic.

Ling Yu's spells rained down like raindrops. Although the damage to the beast was limited, it also made it very irritated. The beast kept twisting its body, trying to avoid the attacks of these spells, but the spells followed it like a shadow, leaving it nowhere to escape.

The mysterious man seized the opportunity and stabbed the beast's hind legs. The dagger pierced deeply into the beast's flesh, and black blood gushed out. The beast roared in pain and turned to pounce on the mysterious man.

Zhang Hao seized the opportunity to leap onto the beast's back and stabbed its neck with his sword. The blade sank into the beast's body, splattering blood everywhere. The beast struggled frantically, trying to throw Zhang Hao off. Its body twisted violently, like a tree in a strong wind.

At this moment, the little girl suddenly shouted, "Look, there is a wound on its belly!" Her voice was clear and loud, and it seemed particularly abrupt in this fierce battle.

Upon hearing this, everyone turned their attacks towards the wound on the beast's stomach. Various attacks rained down on the wound like a violent storm, causing the wound to grow larger and larger, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

After a fierce battle, the beast finally fell to the ground with the concerted efforts of everyone. Its body hit the ground heavily, raising a cloud of dust.

Everyone collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath, their bodies drenched in sweat and blood, their clothes tattered, their faces beaming with the joy of victory.

"This time it was really thrilling," Ling Yu said with a wry smile. His voice was weak and hoarse, as if he had used up every last bit of his strength.

"But we overcame the difficulties once again," Zhang Hao smiled tiredly. His smile was filled with a hint of relief and pride. Although his body was exhausted, his eyes still shone with determination.

Before anyone could rest for long, a strange noise emanated from the distance. It was deep and dull, like the heartbeat of the earth. Everyone's expressions instantly grew solemn, their nerves, which had just relaxed, tensed up again.

"What is this?" the woman frowned and asked worriedly.

"I don't know, but we must be prepared." Zhang Hao struggled to stand up and tightened the sword in his hand.

The old man slowly stood up, the light on his staff flaring up again. "No matter what it is, we cannot retreat."

The mysterious man and Ling Yu also struggled to stand up, their eyes full of vigilance.

The little girl clutched the corner of the woman's clothes tightly, her eyes full of fear.

As the sound got closer, everyone's hearts jumped to their throats...