Rise of the Otherworld.

In the fierce battle, blazing black flames like surging waves continuously assaulted Zhang Hao's spiritual shield, causing it to flicker and flicker, as if threatened to be consumed at any moment. While Zhang Hao fought with all his might to resist the flames, he observed the beast's every move with a keen eye. His gaze was as sharp as a hawk's, searching for any possible flaw in the beast's massive frame. Finally, he discovered that each time the beast opened its mouth to spit fire, the scales on its neck would slightly open, revealing a small patch of relatively soft skin beneath. That fleeting flaw might hold the key to defeating the beast.

"Attack its neck; that might be its weak point!" Zhang Hao shouted, his voice resounding like a bell, drowning out the beast's deafening roar and the whirring of the flames. His voice was firm and powerful, like a shot of adrenaline in the arm for everyone.

Upon hearing this, the mysterious man's eyes lit up, and he immediately understood and changed his spell. His hands formed hand seals as quickly as a phantom, and he muttered a mantra. The sound of the incantation echoed in the air, carrying a mysterious and powerful force. The earthen wall, which had been crumbling under the beast's impact, suddenly underwent a miraculous transformation. The wall transformed into several sharp earth spikes, like blades growing from the depths of the earth. These spikes, like rows of long spears, pierced the beast's neck with thunderous force.

The beast, as if sensing the mortal danger emanating from its neck, twisted its massive body violently, attempting to evade the sudden attack. Its movements, though clumsy, were incredibly powerful, sending the air whirring. However, the earth spikes moved with incredible speed, like a meteor chasing the moon, and several of them precisely pierced the skin beneath the slightly stretched scales of its neck. The beast, in pain, roared loudly, resonating through the air, its voice thick with rage and agony. The roar seemed to resonate throughout the air, shaking the surrounding mist. With this roar, the flames shifted in direction, blazing flames brushing past the crowd, sending a scorching heat wave through them.

Ling Yu endured the excruciating pain from the wound on his arm, gritted his teeth, and increased the output of his wind-type spiritual power. His face was slightly contorted by pain, but his eyes were filled with determination. He waved his hands wildly in the air, and the wind-type spiritual power gathered around him like an enraged storm. The wind blades became denser and more powerful. The blades that were once as sharp as blades now seemed to have life, like a swarm of angry bees, attacking the neck of the giant beast. The wind blades whizzed through the air, making a sharp "woohoo" sound, as if it was the horn of their attack. The wind blades cut into the wound on the giant beast's neck, splashing sparks, causing the giant beast to twist its huge body in pain. Its flaming eyes burned with even more furious flames, as if it wanted to burn everyone to ashes.

The woman quickly focused her icy spell on the beast's neck. She raised her hands high, causing the surrounding temperature to plummet, and the moisture in the air to condense. She condensed a massive cone of ice, gleaming with a shimmering cold light, like a miniature iceberg. With powerful force, it launched into the beast's neck like a cannonball. As the cone flew, the surrounding air froze, leaving a trail of white. The cone pierced the wound with pinpoint precision, and a chilling aura instantly spread, like countless tiny ice snakes, swiftly tracing the veins in the beast's neck. In the blink of an eye, a thick layer of ice formed around the wound, slowing the beast's movements. It let out a muffled roar, as if expressing its dissatisfaction with the cold.

The old man swung his staff, its tip blazing brightly as the power of lightning converged once more. His eyes, focused and composed, compressed the lightning's energy. The once thick, robust bolt now formed a thinner yet immensely powerful beam. Like a laser beam from the heavens, it fired with devastating force, precisely targeting the wound on the beast's neck. The moment the lightning struck the wound, the beast's entire body trembled violently, as if gripped by an invisible force. It let out a shrill cry, filled with despair and agony. The cry seemed to pierce everyone's soul, sending tremors through their hearts. The beast's body shook violently, cracking the surrounding ground, with cracks spreading outward like a spiderweb.

However, the beast proved incredibly tenacious and refused to fall. It seemed completely enraged, succumbing to a frenzy. It lashed its head wildly, like a battering ram, stirring the air around it into chaos. Its tail, like a giant black whip, swept towards the group with immense force. "Watch out for the tail!" Zhang Hao shouted, quickly dodging to the side. His figure was as agile as a ghost, avoiding the tail's attack at the last moment. The mysterious man manipulated the earth wall, raising it in front of the group once again, attempting to block the beast's tail. With a resounding "bang," the wall was instantly shattered by the tail's blow, turning into a cloud of dust that flew into the air. But this brief moment of resistance also bought the group some precious time to evade.

Ling Yu, harnessing the power of the wind, soared lightly into the air like an eagle spreading its wings, deftly dodging the tail's attack mid-air. The woman condensed a thick layer of ice on the ground, a smooth, mirror-like surface that slowed the beast's movements. Its claws repeatedly slipped on the ice, making each struggle more difficult. The old man, taking advantage of the beast's stagnation, unleashed another bolt of lightning. This time, the lightning spread along the beast's body, like a swarm of nimble electric snakes, wreaking havoc on its surface. The force of the lightning further slowed the beast's movements, and its body trembled slightly, as if it had reached its limit.

Everyone seized this opportunity and launched another attack at the beast's neck. Zhang Hao, seeing the perfect moment, a flicker of determination in his eyes. He infused the longsword in his hand with all his spiritual energy, its blade radiating a brilliant light as it rushed towards the beast's neck like a dazzling meteor. He roared, his voice filled with power and determination. The longsword pierced the wound in the beast's neck, sinking most of the way in. The beast roared one last time, its voice filled with resentment and despair. Then, its massive body collapsed to the ground with a thud, sending up a vast cloud of dust. The dust rose and filled the air, as if drawing a brief pause to the fierce battle.

As the beast fell, the surrounding fog began to dissipate, slowly receding like the tide. Sunlight filtered through the thinning mist, bringing a glimmer of warmth and hope to the crowd. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, looking wearily at each other. Their clothes were tattered, and they all bore scars, but their eyes shone with the joy of victory. "We've finally taken care of this giant," Ling Yu said, wiping the sweat from his forehead, his voice tinged with relief at having survived.

However, before they could rest for long, they felt the space begin to vibrate violently. The ground undulated like waves, and the air around them seemed to be stirred by an invisible hand. The mysterious man said solemnly, "It seems this is only part of the trial. We must continue." Everyone nodded silently, knowing that what lay ahead might be even more severe challenges. They gathered their composures and, with unwavering faith, they journeyed deeper into the space. Every step was filled with uncertainty, and they wondered what challenges lay ahead...