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Between heaven and earth, the first rays of light appeared. At this moment, the hearts and minds of thousands of practitioners were surging. They had all awakened from their meditation and began to quickly implement their best action plans. Countless top heroes and talented disciples moved at the command, as if the drums of war in the ancient times suddenly sounded, stirring up countless waves of blood. Almost all the collaborators had found the method of recognition they needed. At this moment, the so-called "era of serious action" was truly opened.

Above the sky, Chen Xiu stood on the holy platform, his eyes like torches, his long halberd leaning against his shoulders. His battle robe fluttered in the morning light, his sleeves fluttering, as if attracting the energy of heaven and earth. On the vast land, the elites of the eight wastelands gathered here, each with a resolute look, holding a magic weapon, or holding a magic staff, or ringing a ring. At the command, thousands of magic formulas were stirred at the same time, and light and shadows were like a tide, dispersing in all directions - that was the horn of everyone's best action plan.

On the East Desert Plateau, the Burning Heaven Warrior Zhu Yan stepped out, the red flame armor on his chest pouring down like the blazing sun. He took a deep breath and activated the "Fire Tyrant Body Art", his fists turned into fire dragons, surrounding his whole body. Zhu Yan was originally a passionate and unparalleled person. At this time, he linked the "Fire Breaking Heaven Art" with the "Fire Raging Step", making his fists carry a fiery storm. With one punch, a thousand-foot-high wave of fire swept across, illuminating the thousands of miles of void in front of him. With hundreds of soldiers from the Burning Heaven Camp leaping up together, the fire storm was like a raging sea, approaching the vanguard of the Demon Realm.

At the top of the cold peak in the Western Wasteland, the Ice Soul Saint Qingli was concentrating on arranging the battle array in the cold snow. She sat cross-legged on the ice platform, tapping the ice crystals with her fingertips, reflecting the "Ice Soul Chain Art" and the "Flowing Light Phantom Step" against each other, and countless ice crystal arrow feathers appeared, like falling meteors, suddenly turning into an ice wall to block the battlefield in the Western Wasteland. Qingli raised her eyes, her cold eyes were clear, her figure suddenly stretched out, and a crystal spear flew down from the top. Wherever the spear went, the enemy formations shattered one after another, and the coldness was frozen. Dozens of assassins from the Western Wasteland followed closely behind, like shadows, passing through the ice wall, using the secret technique of "Netherworld Soul-stealing Step" to flank the enemy generals in the dark.

In the Southern Wilds, in the Blazing Flame Plain, Elder Xuanyan mobilized the true essence of the earth, and the mountains rose from the ground. Rocks several feet high rose under his feet and turned into a giant wall, covering a war zone firmly. With a loud shout, he activated the "Mountain and River Protection Art", and the earth trembled, the rock walls cracked, and hot lava gushed out from the cracks, forming a charcoal river. The boiling magma was like a giant python across the battlefield. The Southern Wilds barbarians were excited, waving their rock bone war hammers, activating the "Vajra Fist Art", and launched a crushing charge against the enemy formation. The Mountain and River Ancestor looked solemn, and his roar was like thunder, shaking the earth, making the Flame Warriors behind him more courageous.

In the Nether Valley of the Northern Wasteland, Ghost Blade and dozens of shadow assassins appeared. The night was shrouded in darkness, and the laws of heaven and earth seemed to be swallowed up. Ghost Blade snorted coldly, and his figure passed by like a ghost. Dozens of black daggers flashed with dark light, perfectly integrating "Traceless Stabbing" and "Blood Moon Soul Devouring Technique". The black light snaked like a venomous snake, directly invading the throat of the enemy formation, making the enemy fall to the ground without knowing where they were. The Nether Assassin sneaked without a trace, and the knife light was like a phantom, causing chaos in the front. Ghost Blade's eyes were deep. Surrounded by shadows, he personally stabbed the core of the enemy formation and brought out a general of the Demon Realm to weaken the enemy's command system.

In the Holy Land of Heaven, the Son of Dawn had already led more than a hundred Holy Light Mages to set up the "Nine-Layer Holy Light Formation", with white clothes like snow and surrounded by light. He waved his staff, and the five-color holy light formed a barrier. The magic formula in the formation intersected with purple and gold, linking the "Holy Light Illumination Formula" and the "Tiangang Body Protection Technique" to form an indestructible shield. Those demon elites who tried to approach were all shocked by the holy light, and turned into white light and dissipated as soon as they came into contact. The Son of Heaven closed his eyes and concentrated, chanting a spell, and the holy light runes flowed in the air, like a thousand rituals, guiding the power of holy light to continue to protect the human race.

In the abyss of the Demon Realm, the Chaos Venerable stood quietly in the void, with a vortex of nothingness swallowing and spitting out behind him. He called out the "Black Flame Soul Devouring Art" and activated the "Void Soul Locking Formation". The mirage and soul energy intertwined, tearing the enemy's mind and spirit apart. Those barbarians who tried to break the siege with brute force were all swallowed by the black flames of nothingness and turned into nothingness. The morale of the Demon Realm army was high, and the soul-devouring blades in their hands flashed purple light, and they launched a void impact on the surroundings, making all those who dared to advance lose their fighting spirit.

At the top of the Nine Netherworlds of the demon race, the Demon King stood on top of all the beasts, and all the thousand-year-old demon kings and ferocious beasts under his command roared out. The Demon King waved his hand and activated the "Nine Netherworld Beast Tide Art", and the blood of all the beasts roared, and the beast tide roared and rushed to the battlefield, like a raging wave. Those cavalrymen and mages who tried to resist were pushed away one after another, and under the beast tide, the sky and the earth changed color. The Demon King turned into a blood shadow, raised his sword and slashed horizontally, turning the inertia of all the beasts into impact force, and rushed directly to the center of the enemy's position.

The Sword Immortal who Crosses the Tribulation stood in the air, thunder filled the clouds. He swung his sword and chopped it, and the "Nine Tribulations of Thunder" suddenly started to work. The long sword instantly multiplied thousands of sharp lightning lights, and then fell down, cutting a piece of the demonic domain in two. Wherever the sword light passed, the void trembled, thunder and fire intertwined, bringing the power of destroying the world. The Sword Immortal who Crosses the Tribulation had a grim face, and his feet stepped on the wind and clouds. The thunder was like a heavenly tribulation, which made the fighting spirit of the human soldiers more determined.

At this moment, the powerful people from the Four Wastelands and Eight Realms, the Heavenly Court Demon Realm, the Demon King, and the Sword Immortal of Crossing Tribulation, each relied on the best plan to launch a turbulent offensive. In the core formation of the human race, Chen Xiu charged out with his halberd, leading the human army through the chaos. He activated the "Nine Transformations of Heaven's Fate Formation", and the five elements of true essence and the power of life and death stirred each other, turning into a storm of light and shadow, assimilating and crushing the most elite demon mages and monsters. He cut through the core barrier of the enemy formation, led the human pioneers to break through the siege, and completely tilted the entire battle situation.

With one heart and one mind, the human army surged like a huge wave. Those foreign monks who once looked down on the human race were now shocked by the exciting battle. Victory reports came from all directions: the Burning Heaven Camp broke through the Demon Realm outpost, the Ice Soul Messenger blocked the border of the Western Wasteland, the Phantom Blade pierced the abyss of the Northern Wasteland, the Son of Dawn guarded the important place of the Heavenly Court, the Chaos Venerable stirred up the demon tide in the void, and the Sword Immortal of the Tribulation cut off the attack route of the Demon King. Countless battle reports were like pigeons, which excited the human race and even the four wastelands and eight regions.

Everything was progressing rapidly, and everyone could clearly feel: "This is our era of serious action!" Needless to say, they followed the best plan laid out by Chen Xiu and completed each step swiftly, completely releasing the potential and opportunities that were originally hidden. The training and drills of the past few days turned into the strongest weapon at this moment, leaving the opponent nowhere to hide.

At dawn, the flames of war finally subsided a little, and clouds of dust rose across the vast territory. The flag of the human race fluttered in the morning light, and the blood-stained armor shone with the light of fortitude. Chen Xiu stood at the top of the generals, raised his halberd and shouted: "Everyone, this battle is the fruit of our serious actions! You have all completed the plan you most approve of, proving the power of the human race! From this moment on, the human race will usher in a new chapter and step onto the peak!"

Tens of thousands of people cheered, and the sound echoed between heaven and earth. Everyone knew that under the guidance of this optimal plan, they had already experienced the joy of victory, and they also understood that only by continuing to act seriously could they remain invincible in the prehistoric world. The future was unknown, but they were fearless. As long as the action continued, the ultimate plan would continue to be implemented, and the dawn of victory would surely illuminate the horizon in the distance. (End of this chapter)