Rise of the Otherworld.

Upon hearing Zhang Hao's words, the crowd quickly dispersed, their eyes fixed on the terrifying beast, searching for any weaknesses. Everyone's breathing was rapid and heavy, their heartbeats clearly audible in the tense atmosphere.

Zhang Hao ran around the beast, sword in hand, ready to strike. His eyes were sharp, not missing a single detail on the beast. Sweat trickled down his cheeks, dripping onto the ground beneath his feet, and his clothes rustled in the wind as he ran.

The woman dodged the beast's attacks, observing its movements, trying to find a flaw. Her gaze was focused and determined, and each dodge seemed thrilling. Her long hair fluttered in the wind, disheveled yet revealing a unique beauty.

Lingyu climbed a large tree and looked down from above, hoping to get a better perspective. He held the trunk tightly with both hands, his body trembling slightly with the swaying branches. The shadows of the leaves fell on his face, making his expression even more tense.

The old man stood in the distance, the light on his staff flickering as he concentrated his magic power, preparing to deliver a fatal blow to the beast. His lips trembled slightly as he muttered something, and the veins on his forehead bulged from the exertion.

The beast, enraged by the crowd's actions, lashed its claws wildly, and the flames from its mouth grew even more intense. The flames, like dragons of fire, engulfed everything around them. The air burned scorching hot, and the ground was scorched and cracked.

Zhang Hao seized the opportunity, leaped, and stabbed at the beast's eyes. His body arced through the air, and the sword gleamed coldly in the sunlight. But the beast reacted quickly, turning its head to avoid the blow. Zhang Hao only inflicted a shallow wound on its face. Blood oozed from the wound, only further enraging the beast.

The woman noticed that every time the beast attacked, its right leg would tremble slightly. She shouted, "Attack its right leg!" Her voice became sharp due to nervousness and was particularly clear in this chaotic battlefield.

Upon hearing this, everyone turned their attacks to the beast's right leg.

Ling Yu leaped down from the tree, a dagger in his hand, and stabbed the beast's right leg joint. His movements were swift and decisive, as if he had put his own life at risk.

The old man's magic was finally ready, and a powerful light shot towards the beast's right leg. The light was like a flash of lightning, instantly illuminating the entire battlefield.

Zhang Hao also rushed forward, slashing fiercely with his sword at the same spot. His eyes were filled with anger and determination, and he used up all his strength in every attack.

The beast roared in pain, its right leg gave way, and it half-knelt on the ground. Its sound was so deafening that it made the surrounding trees tremble.

"Now!" Zhang Hao shouted. His voice was hoarse with fatigue, but full of power.

Everyone rushed forward, all kinds of attacks raining down upon the beast. Magical light, swords, and daggers intertwined into a dazzling display of light and shadow.

However, the beast did not fall down. It struggled to stand up and launched another, even more frantic attack. Its eyes were red, as if it wanted to devour everyone.

A huge rock was thrown at the crowd. Zhang Hao pushed the woman next to him away, but was hit by the rock and fell to the ground. His body rolled several times on the ground before coming to a stop.

"Zhang Hao!" the woman cried heartbreakingly. Her voice was filled with pain and despair, tears welling up in her eyes.

The little girl was so scared that she started crying, and her crying sounded so helpless in this fierce battlefield.

Ling Yu's eyes turned red as he rushed towards the beast recklessly. He had only one thought in his mind, which was to avenge Zhang Hao.

The old man also used up the last bit of his magic power to cast a protective barrier for everyone. His body was shaky, but he still held on.

At this critical moment, a mysterious man suddenly appeared, holding a weapon radiating a mysterious light. The weapon seemed to come from ancient times, imbued with boundless power. The mysterious man's eyes were cold and determined. Without the slightest hesitation, he charged directly at the behemoth...