Rise of the Otherworld.

Zhang Hao charged the monster again, his resolve threatening to shatter the current. He swung his sword with ferocious force, the air whipping up from the blade whistling. Each strike was imbued with fierce momentum, like streaks of lightning, intent on drawing the monster's full attention. The monster, enraged by Zhang Hao's provocation, swung its massive body toward him, its eyes glowing red, like two blazing flames, spewing endless fury. It opened its bloody maw and unleashed a deafening roar. The sound resonated wildly through the cave like rolling thunder, piercing everyone's eardrums. Then, it charged toward Zhang Hao once more, swift as the wind, leaving deep footprints wherever it passed.

Zhang Hao nimbly dodged the monster's attacks, narrowly avoiding its razor-sharp head and powerful tail at the last second. While evading with his agility, he prodded the monster with his words, "Come on, you fool, is that all you have?" His voice was firm and provocative, hammering at the monster's nerves like a hammer. The monster seemed to understand his words, and its attacks intensified, completely absorbed in Zhang Hao. Its eyes were fixed solely on the tiny figure constantly provoking it, oblivious to the presence of others around it.

The mysterious man seized this golden opportunity, devoting himself completely to concentrating his spell. A brilliant light shone between his hands, and a powerful, pure spiritual energy gathered in his palms like a surging tide. This energy swirled and intertwined, gradually forming a vast orb. This orb shone with a dazzling light, blinding everyone. The spiritual energy within surged like boiling magma, seemingly filled with endless power, poised to erupt at any moment, pulverizing everything. The mysterious man's forehead was covered in dense beads of sweat, each glistening with a crystalline light as it trickled down his cheeks, revealing the immense energy consumed by concentrating the spell. Yet, his gaze remained unwavering, like the North Star on a cold night, fixed intently on the monster's eyes, as if he could see through its every move.

Ling Yu waited quietly, his dagger tightly gripped. Despite the throes of wounds, every breath piercing with pain, his resolve was as unwavering as steel. His gaze fixed on the monster's movements, a calm and resolute expression, ready to deliver the fatal blow at the perfect moment. The woman and the old man continued to cast spells, sending beams of light raining down on the monster like meteors. While these beams couldn't cause serious damage, they acted like annoying insects, disrupting its rhythm and causing its attacks to become chaotic and halting.

Just as the monster was about to collide with Zhang Hao again, the mysterious man shouted, "Now!" The voice resonated like a bell, echoing throughout the cave. He hurled the spiritual power ball at the monster's eye with all his might. Like a meteor with a long tail of light, the spiritual power ball streaked through the cave, carrying a devastating force, instantly striking the monster's left eye. With a resounding "boom," the entire cave seemed to tremble. The spiritual power ball exploded in the monster's eye, its powerful impact like a surging ocean wave, shaking the monster's body violently. Light shone everywhere, dust flew, and the entire cave was enveloped by this powerful force.

The monster let out a shrill, agonized cry, echoing throughout the cavern, threatening to collapse the very ceiling. Blood streamed from its left eye, its eyeball nearly completely destroyed, leaving only a bloody, fleshy void. It lashed its body wildly, its three thick tails lashing like wild whips, lashing everything around it. Deep cracks appeared on the ground and walls from the blows, sending rubble flying like the end of the world.

Zhang Hao seized the moment the monster's pain briefly threw it off balance. A flicker of determination flashed in his eyes, and he swiftly charged at the creature. He leaped high, like a soaring eagle, his longsword imbued with all his spiritual energy, its blade blazing like a burning torch. He thrust fiercely at the monster's right eye, his aura threatening to pierce its very soul. Meanwhile, Ling Yu darted towards the monster from the side, his figure as agile as a ghost, his dagger piercing the weak spot below the monster's right eye. The dagger gleamed coldly in the dim light, like the scythe of the Grim Reaper.

The monster sensed danger and tried to evade, but the excruciating pain in its left eye slowed its movements and slowed its reflexes. Zhang Hao's longsword accurately pierced the monster's right eye. With a "puff," the sword penetrated deeply, sending blood splattering. Ling Yu's dagger also successfully penetrated the area below the monster's right eye, a point where the monster's defenses were weak. The monster screamed again, its voice filled with pain and despair, and collapsed to the ground, sending up a huge cloud of dust. The dust spread like a thick fog, enveloping the entire battlefield.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief as they watched the fallen monster, but they knew they couldn't let their guard down yet. They hadn't found the spirit pearl yet, and the cave might still harbor other dangers. At that moment, a tense and oppressive atmosphere permeated the cave, like the calm before a storm.

The mysterious man approached, carefully examining the monster's corpse, hoping to find some clue about the spirit pearl. His eyes were as sharp as a hawk's, capturing every detail. Suddenly, he noticed a faint glow glimmering from the monster's abdomen. It was like the faint twinkling stars in the night sky, barely visible in the darkness. He reached out and gently parted the monster's scales. They were hard and cold, as heavy as steel. A spirit pearl radiating a soft glow appeared before everyone's eyes. The pearl was crystal clear, as if liquid flowed within, and light shimmered within it, a breathtaking sight, as if imbued with endless mystical power...