Rise of the Otherworld.

The monster's attacks intensified, its thick tentacles whistling like steel whips, whipping up gusts of wind in the narrow cave. The cramped space severely restricted everyone's movements, making every attempt to evade an extremely difficult task. Lingyu's arm was injured, and blood dripped down it, staining the ground beneath his feet. His movements slowed slightly. But his steadfast gaze remained fixed on the monster, burning with an unyielding fighting spirit. He endured the excruciating pain in his arm, searching for a chance to strike, like a wounded yet still fearless cheetah.

The mysterious man's forehead was covered in dense beads of sweat, and beads the size of beans rolled down his cheeks. The ice spike spell he had just cast had consumed a considerable amount of his spiritual energy, and his breathing was now slightly rapid. But he knew he could not retreat now; this was a matter of life and death. He bit his lower lip, suppressing his fatigue, and quickly formed seals with his hands again. The air around his hands quickly condensed, the temperature plummeting, forming crystal-clear ice balls. The surface of the ice balls gleamed with a cold light, like icy blades from the polar regions, ready to deliver a fatal blow to the monster. The cold air spread, filling the entire cave with a biting chill.

Zhang Hao nimbly dodged the monster's waving tentacles, each dodge precise and precise, like dancing on the edge of a knife. His eyes shone with calmness and wisdom as he pondered a strategy to defeat the enemy. In their brief encounter, he discovered that despite its massive size and immense strength, like a moving mountain, its movements were somewhat clumsy. Each turn and attack was accompanied by a brief pause, and this gap presented their opportunity. He watched for the moment when the monster's attack missed, and in that instant, time seemed to stand still. He lunged at the monster, his steps firm and powerful, the ground trembling slightly at his run. He raised his longsword high, channeling all his spiritual energy. Like a surging torrent, he struck the monster's leg with a fierce blow. With a crack, the longsword pierced the monster's leg, sending green blood gushing out like a fountain, splattering the surrounding walls. The monster roared in pain, a roar that threatened to shatter the cave walls, shaking the entire cavern as if an earthquake were about to strike.

The old man concentrated intently on maintaining the supporting spell. His hands shone with a soft, mysterious light, like the warm morning light, continuously channeling strength to the group. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, his face pale. Maintaining this spell took a toll on him. But he knew everyone's safety depended on his ability to continue providing strength. His resolute gaze betrayed unwavering focus. As he cast the spell, he shouted, "Everyone, hold steady. Cooperate well. We will defeat it!" His voice, resolute and powerful, echoed through the cave like a bell, a shot of confidence in the hearts of everyone.

The woman cast her spell once more. Despite her previous attempts' failure, she remained steadfast, a determined glint in her eyes. She knew, in this desperate situation, she couldn't afford to miss a single glimmer of hope. She concentrated her entire being, constantly adjusting the intensity and direction of her spell, trying to find the monster's weakness. Her gaze grew hazy and profound, and she muttered a spell that seemed to emanate from a distant, mystical land, imbued with a mysterious power. A soft light shot toward the monster once again, attempting to disrupt its movements.

Just as the group and the monster were locked in a stalemate, a sudden, noisy sound of footsteps could be heard from outside the cave. The footsteps approached from afar, becoming increasingly clear, like the footsteps of death. "Oh no! Those mysterious people are chasing us!" Ling Yu said anxiously, his voice tinged with nervousness, but also with a sense of unyielding determination.

At this point, the group, facing both ferocious monsters and the impending intruder, found themselves in a desperate situation. A tense and oppressive atmosphere permeated the cave, as if the very air itself had become thick and sticky. But their will to survive and their deep mutual understanding prevented them from retreating. They exchanged a glance, their eyes conveying determination and trust.

Zhang Hao quickly said, "Let's focus on taking care of this monster first, then find a way to deal with the people outside!" His voice was firm and powerful, like a ray of light in the darkness. Everyone nodded, their eyes rekindled with fighting spirit, and that fighting spirit, like a blazing flame, dispelled the fear in their hearts.

The mysterious man seized the opportunity, and while the monster was momentarily distracted by its leg injury, he launched a concentrated ice ball towards its eyes. The ice ball, like a meteor, carried a powerful force and an icy aura. The monster, sensing danger, tried to block it with its tentacles, but was a step too slow, and the ice ball struck its right eye with pinpoint accuracy. The monster roared in agony, its voice filled with rage and pain, its body twisting wildly, its tentacles flailing wildly, attempting to attack everything around it.

Ling Yu seized the opportunity and rushed forward, ignoring the pain, his eyes filled with determination. Like a flash of black lightning, he plunged his dagger into the monster's neck. The dagger sank into the monster's body, and green blood flowed down the dagger. Zhang Hao also exerted his strength again. He gripped the longsword tightly with both hands and pulled it out of the monster's legs, causing a cloud of green blood to rise. He leaped high, and with all his strength, he thrust the longsword fiercely into the monster's abdomen. Under the combined attack of everyone, the monster gradually lost its balance. Its huge body swayed several times, and finally collapsed to the ground with a bang, splashing a cloud of dust.

However, before anyone could catch their breath, the mysterious figures outside the cave had already arrived at the entrance. Their figures were looming in the light of the cave entrance, like a group of messengers from the darkness, bringing a new crisis to everyone...