Rise of the Otherworld.

Under Zhang Hao's bell-like shout, everyone's heartstrings tightened instantly, and they dared not slack off at all. They pushed the power of their spells to the limit, and a thrilling battle took place fiercely in the Sunset Mountains.

A vein bulged on Ling Yu's forehead, and beads of sweat streamed down his cheeks, but he was oblivious. At that moment, his eyes were fixed solely on the ferocious Flame Tiger. His hands danced wildly like phantoms, muttering to himself as he controlled more and more fierce wind blades. As if driven by his will, the wind blades swarmed like a mad swarm of bees, swooping down upon the Flame Tiger. Each blade was incredibly sharp, intertwining with each other to form a storm of wind blades, emitting a sharp whistling sound that seemed to tear through the air and shatter the Flame Tiger's seemingly indestructible body.

The woman, unwilling to be outdone, flushed crimson, her once-beautiful face a deep red, a sign of her full-strength magic. She formed seals with both hands, each movement precise and swift, the power of her icy spells steadily gathering within her palms. Countless cones of ice suddenly descended from the sky, like a sudden icy rain, pelting the Flame Tiger with dense masses. The ice cones gleamed coldly in the sunlight, like countless razor-sharp daggers, juxtaposing with the blazing flames of the Flame Tiger, creating a strange and dangerous scene.

The mysterious man dug his hands firmly into the ground, and the power of his earth magic surged forth like a mighty river. The swamp that had originally trapped the Flame Tiger not only grew thicker, like a black jelly, clinging tightly to its limbs, but also walls of earth rose up around it. These walls were tall and thick, their surfaces engraved with mysterious runes. The runes shimmered with an ancient light, as if speaking an ancient spell, emanating a mysterious power that seemed to completely suppress the Flame Tiger's power.

The old man's staff shone brightly, and the power of his lightning spell was heightened to its peak under his control. Bolts as thick as buckets, accompanied by a deafening roar, slammed down from the sky like pillars supporting the heavens, fiercely striking the Flame Tiger. Each bolt of lightning was accompanied by a dazzling light and intense electrical current, instantly ionizing the surrounding air and filling it with a pungent, burnt smell.

Under the combined fierceness of the crowd, the Flame Tiger's body gradually bore down with wounds. Wounds appeared across its once majestic frame, blood gushing out. Its flames flickered due to the damage, their radiance no longer as intense and dazzling as before. However, its ferocity as a third-level demonic beast was fully unleashed, a stubborn resistance born of instinct. It let out a deafening roar, a roar resembling a roar from the Nine Netherworlds, threatening to shake the entire Sunset Mountains. Immediately, its flames surged several feet high, forming a massive vortex of flames centered around it.

The vortex of flames spun wildly, like a massive black hole, generating a powerful suction that affected everything around it. Stout trees were uprooted, massive rocks were swept up like toys, and even the wind blades unleashed by Ling Yu and the icicles dropped by the woman were like fragile pieces of paper, mercilessly pulled into the vortex of flames by the powerful suction, instantly vanishing without a trace.

"Oh no! Everyone, hold steady! Don't get sucked in!" Zhang Hao shouted, his voice remarkably resolute amidst the chaotic scene. He pushed hard against the ground, leaving two deep footprints. Like a cannonball, he charged towards the flaming tiger. As he approached the vortex of flames, he poured all his spiritual energy into his longsword without reservation. The sword shone brightly, as if condensing all the power of heaven and earth. Then, with a fierce swing, a massive spiritual sword energy slashed towards the vortex of flames.

The sword energy, like a silver streak, pierced the sky with devastating force, slashing fiercely against the swirling flames. With a resounding "boom," the very fabric of heaven and earth shook. The swirling flames and the spiritual sword energy collided, creating a powerful explosion. The resulting blast, like a super-strong typhoon, swept wildly in all directions from the point of detonation. Wherever it passed, trees were uprooted, huge rocks were shattered, and deep gullies appeared on the ground.

Zhang Hao was struck by this powerful gust of wind, and his body flew backward uncontrollably like a kite with a broken string. Seeing this, Ling Yu reacted quickly. He immediately cast a wind spell, forming a gentle yet tenacious wind force below Zhang Hao. Like an invisible giant hand, it slowed his fall and prevented him from suffering more serious injuries.

The Flame Tiger was also severely damaged by the explosion. Its body staggered, its once agile steps becoming unsteady. The flames on its body grew fainter, their light dimming as if it would go out at any moment. But its feral eyes still gleamed with a mad glint, a glint of unyielding fighting spirit. It lunged at the crowd once more, its steps unsteady, yet it carried a fearless aura.

At this moment, the mysterious man, who had been closely observing the battle, seized the opportunity and cast a gravity spell at the Flame Tiger's feet. Instantly, the Flame Tiger felt an invisible force descend from the sky, its body instantly becoming incredibly heavy, as if pressed down by an invisible mountain. Its ferocious forward lunge came to an abrupt halt, its limbs limp, and it fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

"Now!" the old man shouted, his slightly aged voice brimming with fighting spirit. He swung his staff again, and a stouter bolt of lightning roared down from the sky, like a judgment from heaven, striking the Flame Tiger with pinpoint accuracy. The Flame Tiger let out a shrill cry, its voice filled with pain and unwillingness. Its body trembled violently under the ravages of the lightning, its fur singed and emitting a pungent, burnt smell.

The woman seized the opportunity to condense a massive ice spike. Crystal clear and gleaming with a cold light, it shot towards the Flame Tiger's head like a meteor. With a sharp whistling sound, the ice spike sliced ​​through the air and fiercely penetrated the Flame Tiger's body. The ice spike's chill spread rapidly, instantly suppressing the Flame Tiger's flames.

The Flame Tiger struggled a few times, its limbs twitching, before finally collapsing to the ground, lifeless. Its eyes gradually lost their luster, and its massive body lay still, like a crumbling mountain. As they watched the fallen Flame Tiger, the heavy weight finally settled on their shoulders, and they all breathed a sigh of relief. But they knew this was merely a minor incident in the Sunset Mountains; perhaps even greater and more dangerous challenges lay ahead...