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In the Protoss camp, the Holy Light elders activated their own secret methods, illuminating the divine realm and blessing their disciples. The formations gathered together, like a huge barrier of light, protecting every Protoss warrior as they advanced. The Protoss' strategy focused on both defense and counterattack, protecting the holy land without losing an inch of land.

These serious fighters have already entered into their favorite battle plans.

Chen Xiu, at this moment, stood in the center of the Great Wilderness, staring into the distance. The smoke and dust on the battlefield were flying, and the laws of heaven and earth were like surging tides, surrounding him.

He still held the golden holy weapon in his hand, and the light of the holy weapon was like the rising sun, burning away all the fog. The calmness and determination on his face had already let everyone see his success.

"Success is not accidental, but inevitable." Chen Xiu muttered in his heart, his eyes shining with determination, "I have grasped the pulse of this era, and my path will be unstoppable!"

Beside him, several loyal comrades appeared one by one, all of them were the vanguards of the battle. Each of them was a rare genius in the prehistoric world, and every move was as precise as a military exercise. They cooperated tacitly and brought every will of Chen Xiu to its extreme.

"Attack!" Chen Xiu shouted in a low voice, his fighting spirit boiling like fire.

Rays of light and shadows slashed through the heaven and earth, the magic circle was activated, and the powerful offensive swept towards the distant enemy formation like a tide. The battle plans that had been arranged long ago became more fierce because of Chen Xiu's invincible momentum.

In the sky, many practitioners looked at the battle in amazement. They saw their own hope and their own destiny.

Someone whispered in the distance: "Chen Xiu's success is an inspiration to everyone. He proved that as long as you believe in your own strength, any situation can be reversed."

Someone had tears in his eyes: "This is the real battle of the prehistoric times. Only by fighting seriously and taking advantage of the situation can we achieve glory."

As time goes by, the war between heaven and earth continues.

In the camp thousands of miles away, hundreds of combat plans were launched simultaneously: some focused on spell bombing, some focused on magic weapons, some focused on formation arrangement, and some were good at group cooperation. Each set of plans was deeply rooted in the practitioners' combat understanding and experience accumulation.

Everyone has become the master of their own battlefield. Whether it is attack or defense, long-range or close combat, they have found the combat rhythm and strategy that suits them best.

In this great tide of confrontation among the heavens, no one is confused anymore, no one is hesitant anymore.

Chen Xiu turned his gaze to the horizon, where several powerful enemies gathered. He knew that this battle had just begun. Each opponent was determined to win, and held a weapon that could determine their fate.

He held the holy weapon tightly, his blood boiling. The vast land of the wilderness trembled beneath his feet, and the laws of heaven and earth seemed to be paving an endless path for him.

"At the end of the heavens, the war has not stopped. I, Chen Xiu, will lead this attack and write a new chapter in the prehistoric world!" He shouted loudly, and his voice shook the universe like thunder.

The heaven and earth were moved, the wind and clouds changed color. This moment belongs to no one, but to everyone.

It belongs to every practitioner who fights seriously, to every warrior who embraces the future, and to this vast and boundless world.

It is an era of conquering the heavens and opening up the future.

Between heaven and earth, the wind and clouds are changing. The stars are turning backwards, and the avenues of the heavens are roaring like thunder. At this moment, the actions of everyone have been completely launched. Countless practitioners look up at the sky, feeling the fiery fighting spirit surging in their hearts, as if the myriad divine lights between heaven and earth are responding to their steps and pushing them forward.

At this critical moment, every practitioner is like an awakened beast, knowing that their own success is no longer a distant dream, but a tangible and perceptible reality. A raging fire of war ignites in their hearts, and the true essence in their bodies surges, as if every cell is cheering and urging them to sprint forward.

“The heavens are so vast, I can roam freely across them!” A cultivator let out a long roar. His figure suddenly rose high, with auspicious clouds lingering behind him. His true essence turned into a sharp sword, pointing straight to the sky.

This is the time when the era of attacking the heavens begins. Everyone, in their own way and at their own pace, steps onto their own battlefield, launching a fierce attack on the heavens. The sky is like a cracked Dao mark, reflecting their figures, huge figures spanning the void, burning with their own will.

"Fighting is my true destiny!" A female practitioner closed her eyes and concentrated, the spiritual bead in her hand emitting a faint blue light. She had already arranged the formation, and her expression was solemn but full of determination. She knew that the action at this moment would definitely open the way for her to the peak.

Not only that, at this moment, everyone has completely felt the result is different from the past. Because their efforts and hard work have been recognized by heaven and earth. The confidence and pride rising from the bottom of their hearts make them fearless.

The monks who were serious about fighting had already entered their favorite and most familiar battle plan. The formation layout, combat skills, and tacit cooperation were all very skillful. On the battlefield, they seemed to have turned into gods of war, shining with divine light and majestic.

"The formation has been set up, and the enemy can be welcomed!" An old man waved his staff and pointed to the distance. The formation spread out like stars, interweaving into a dazzling net, covering hundreds of thousands of miles.

Chen Xiu, the focus of everyone's attention, showed his success and glory at this time. He was wearing golden armor, stepping on auspicious clouds, with a sharp gaze, exuding an unparalleled momentum. His every move, every breath, affected the direction of the entire battle.

Chen Xiu's success was a reality that everyone could see. Whether in the center of the battlefield or in the valley far away, people were looking at his towering figure, with shock and admiration rising in their hearts.

"He really did it, and became the god of war of this era!" Some people whispered, and some people burst into tears. Chen Xiu's success does not only belong to him personally, but is more like a beacon that illuminates all practitioners who pursue power.

As the battles unfolded, the camp led by Chen Xiu continued to defeat the enemy. Every battle was a test of his will and strength. And every practitioner who participated in the battle was strengthened in his belief and moved forward courageously because of his presence.

Above the heavens, golden light and darkness intertwined, shaking the laws of heaven and earth. Countless heroes fought in it, and their blood dyed half the sky red. Everyone's exclusive success, shining like stars, gathered into the most magnificent epic in the prehistoric world.

This war is everyone's war, it is their era of glory. And they are all ready to write their own glorious chapter. (End of this chapter)