Rise of the Otherworld.

Zhang Hao roared and charged at the massive monster, his sword gleaming with dazzling light, a testament to his unyielding will. His figure loomed in the mist, each step imbued with determination. His resolute gaze, blazing with fire, swore a fight to the death.

The woman gritted her teeth and followed closely behind. The magical light in her hands gathered into a huge ball of light, which she hurled at the monster. Her eyes were filled with determination, and her delicate body erupted with astonishing strength. The ball of light roared out, carrying an unstoppable momentum, cutting through the thick fog.

The mysterious man, like a ghost, circled the monster's side, looking for the right moment to attack. His steps were light and swift, like an assassin in the dark night, always ready to deliver a fatal blow.

Ling Yu took a deep breath, suppressed his inner fear, and threw out the last remaining talisman in his hand. The talisman transformed into sharp rays of light and shot towards the monster. His hands trembled slightly, but his eyes were extremely firm. Even though his heart was filled with fear, he would not retreat.

The old man stood at the back, staff raised high, muttering to himself, casting a powerful buff upon the group. His voice was deep and powerful, like an ancient spell imbued with boundless power. Rays of golden light streamed from the tip of his staff, enveloping the group and instantly boosting their strength.

The monster swung its massive claws, stirring up gusts of wind that easily shattered the woman's ball of light. The ball shattered instantly under the monster's immense power, dissipating into tiny specks of starlight in the air. The woman was knocked back several steps by the force, but she quickly steadied herself and prepared to attack again.

Zhang Hao seized the opportunity and leaped up, slashing his sword fiercely on the monster's claws, but only a shallow mark was left. He felt his arm go numb, as if he had chopped on incomparably hard steel.

"This guy's defense is too strong!" Zhang Hao shouted loudly. There was a hint of anxiety in his voice, but more of an unyielding fighting spirit.

The woman frowned and said, "Keep attacking, we will definitely find its weakness!" Her voice was firm and decisive, bringing a glimmer of hope to everyone.

The mysterious man seized the opportunity and stabbed the monster's leg with his dagger, but was kicked away by the monster and hit hard against a tree. He groaned and climbed up from the ground, a trace of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were still full of murderous intent.

Lingyu's spell seemed to have no effect on the monster, and he was extremely anxious. Sweat kept sliding down his forehead and dripping into his eyes, but he didn't bother to wipe it away.

The monster opened its bloody maw and spewed out a stream of black flames. The flames were like the breath of a demon, carrying the power to destroy everything. Everyone quickly dodged. Wherever the flames passed, trees were instantly reduced to ash, and the ground was scorched black.

"We can't go on like this!" the old man shouted. There was a hint of fatigue in his voice, but he waved the staff in his hand even more rapidly.

Just when everyone was in despair, the little girl suddenly shouted, "I saw a scar on its back!" Her voice was clear and loud, standing out in the tense atmosphere.

Zhang Hao's eyes lit up, "Everyone, concentrate your attack there!" His voice was full of hope and determination.

The group launched another attack, striking at the scar on the monster's back with all their might. The monster sensed their intentions and desperately twisted its body in an attempt to stop them. Its movements became more violent, each strike carrying a deadly threat.

Zhang Hao rushed forward recklessly, wounded and battered by the monster's attacks. His clothes were torn, his body covered in wounds, blood staining his clothes red. But he gritted his teeth and approached the scar. Every step forward came at a heavy price.

"Now!" He used up his last bit of strength and plunged the sword into the scar. At that moment, it seemed as if time had stopped.

The woman's magic ball, Lingyu's spell, and the mysterious man's dagger all hit the same spot. All these forces converged together, bursting into a dazzling light.

Finally, the monster collapsed to the ground with a thud, raising a cloud of dust. Its huge body fell to the ground with a dull sound, like the sigh of the earth.

Everyone collapsed to the ground exhausted, gasping for breath. Their bodies had reached their limit, and every cell in their body was expressing exhaustion.

"We succeeded..." Zhang Hao said weakly. His voice was hoarse and weak, but full of the joy of victory.

Before they could recover, they heard another subtle noise around them. It was like countless small feet moving quickly on the ground, making a rustling sound.

Zhang Hao's heart tightened, "Everyone be careful, there may be danger."

The woman raised her head with difficulty and looked in the direction where the sound came from.

Lingyu struggled to stand up, but found that his legs had no strength left.

The mysterious man gripped the dagger tightly, his eyes full of vigilance.

The old man held on to his body and raised his staff again.

A dense group of little monsters emerged from the bushes, their eyes flashing red and emitting sharp cries...