Rise of the Otherworld.

Though wounded, the giant python still fought stubbornly, slowly advancing towards them, its every step shaking the cave floor. Its massive body, like a moving mountain, exuded a strong, bloody odor that mixed with the dampness of the cave, making them nauseous.

Zhang Hao knew he couldn't give it a break. His eyes widened, a blazing determination in them, and he shouted, "We must attack together! We must not let it turn the tables!" He once again poured his spiritual energy into his sword, its energies surging like a raging torrent. The blade shone brightly, like the blazing sun, stinging the eyes. Then, he unleashed his most powerful swordsmanship, wielding the sword with an almost frenzied swagger. Threads of sword energy crisscrossed, like a web of sharp blades, sweeping towards the giant python. Wherever the sword energy passed, the air hissed, as if the very air itself were being ripped apart by the sharp blades.

The mysterious man's hands danced with increasing frenzy, their hands seemingly fading into ethereal afterimages. The water dragon above him grew more solid, its scales shimmering with a faint light. Each scale seemed imbued with mysterious power, its whiskers swaying in the wind, as if alive. He exerted all his strength to control the water dragon, pouring his own spiritual energy into it without reservation. The water dragon roared, charging at the python, its roar shaking the cave. Its maw opened wide, as if to swallow the python whole. The water dragon and the python collided with a deafening roar, as if the very world itself was eclipsed. Water splashed through the cave, as if a torrential rain had fallen. The cold water showered upon the men, but it could do nothing to extinguish the fire of battle within them.

Ling Yu ignored the pain in his arm, the blood from the wound staining his sleeves crimson. Every movement was accompanied by piercing pain, but his eyes remained resolute as he charged the python once more. His nimble form moved effortlessly through the chaotic shroud of water and sword energy, like a nimble swallow. Seizing the perfect moment, he leaped high, his leg muscles tensing, launching him forward like a spring. With all his might, he thrust the dagger into the python's vital point. It was a desperate strike; a successful strike might end the battle once and for all. The dagger flashed in mid-air, a cold gleam like the sharpest meteor in the night sky.

Not to be outdone, the woman concentrated all her energy, her forehead covered with fine beads of sweat, which trickled down her cheeks, yet did not affect her concentration in the slightest. She frantically gathered the surrounding ice elements, and the ice arrows that had originally been shot at the giant python, as well as the ice spikes growing from the ground, flew up and condensed into a giant ice sword above her head. The ice sword exuded a chilling chill, dropping the temperature of the entire cave to freezing point, and everyone's breath instantly turned to white mist. She shouted loudly, her voice crisp but full of power, and hurled the ice sword fiercely at the giant python. The ice sword sliced ​​through the air, leaving a long white trail, and shot towards the giant python like a meteor. Wherever it passed, the air seemed to freeze, leaving behind a trail of glittering ice marks.

The old man, in the rear, focused on maintaining his defensive spells. He formed seals with his hands, muttering a low, ancient incantation. A massive earthen wall slowly rose before the group, its uneven surface emitting an earthy-yellow glow, as if the very power of the earth were converging there. This wall not only prevented the giant python's dying struggles from causing fatal harm but also gave them an invisible sense of security. Simultaneously, he channeled a trace of his spiritual power, connecting it through a mysterious spell and adding it to the group's offensive spells, imbuing each attack with greater force. His gaze fixed on the battlefield, a mixture of concern for the group and anticipation for victory, a constant readiness to respond to any eventuality.

The giant python tried to dodge the full-force attack of the crowd. It twisted its body, and its huge body struggled to move in the narrow cave. However, the injuries on its body seriously affected its flexibility, and its movements seemed slow and clumsy. Zhang Hao's sword energy left new wounds on its body, and blood kept pouring out, dyeing its originally dark scales red. The mysterious man's water dragon kept hitting its body, and each impact made its body shake, like a crumbling building. Lingyu's dagger successfully penetrated seven inches, but was tightly clamped by the giant python's muscles, making it difficult to go deeper. The woman's ice sword hit the giant python, and the ice sword shattered, turning into countless ice flakes that embedded into the giant python's body, making it roar in pain, and the roar was full of unwillingness and despair.

Under the constant assault, the python's vitality gradually faded. Its movements grew increasingly sluggish, and its once fierce eyes gradually lost their brilliance, becoming dull and lifeless. Finally, it let out a low, mournful whine, a sigh from the depths of its soul. Its massive body collapsed with a thud, slamming heavily onto the ground, sending up a shower of dust and blood. Dust billowed, filling the entire cave. Everyone coughed in the ash, unable to conceal their joy.

Peace finally returned to the cave, and everyone collapsed to the ground in exhaustion. Joy washed over them at having survived the catastrophe; they had triumphed over the powerful python. Sweat and blood mixed, soaking their clothes, but at the moment, they cared little.

"We did it..." Zhang Hao panted, a relieved smile on his face. That smile was filled with fatigue, but also with the joy of victory, as if all the fatigue had disappeared in that moment.

"Yes, this battle was too difficult." Ling Yu wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at the wound on his arm, feeling a surge of emotion. He knew that if they hadn't all worked together, they would never have been able to defeat such a powerful opponent.

However, before anyone could properly celebrate, the cave suddenly began to shake violently, as if an invisible hand were shaking it crazily. Rocks from the ceiling fell, and cracks appeared on the ground. It seemed as if the entire cave was about to collapse, and a new crisis was quietly approaching...