The Chinese army was mighty, like a giant dragon winding its way. In this spectacular procession, Mu Yu was vigorous and firm, and set foot on this land full of mystery and danger with the army.

His gaze was deep, flashing with perseverance and determination, as if he could see everything in this chaotic battlefield. Mu Yu's armor has been sharpened and shiny after years of baptism, just like his firm belief. His sword, calm and powerful, reveals endless power and confidence with every swing.

Mu Yu on the battlefield is like a vigorous cheetah, quietly waiting for the appearance of its prey. When an enemy appears, he attacks with lightning speed, and in a flash of his sword, the enemy falls. His existence is like a legend on the battlefield, which makes people feel both reassuring and full of awe.

Mu Yu secretly sighed in his heart, it turned out that the Huaxia Divine Disciples had begun to emerge and stand in the dominant position. However, he knew very well that the existence of the old monsters of Huaxia was like a towering mountain, lying in front of them, making it difficult for the Huaxia gods to surpass them for the time being. These old monsters, some have been through ups and downs for a long time, and some have gone through vicissitudes, but all of them are famous characters. Their existence makes it unnecessary for the Huaxia Divine Disciples to emerge prematurely, because with these old monsters leading the way, the Huaxia Divine Disciples only need to maintain enough patience and accumulation.

Among the Chinese army, two elite units are particularly eye-catching. The first team was led by Ji Hexuan, their chests flashed with the inheritance of the Xuanyuan Sword, and they were full of ruthlessness and tenacity.

Ji Hexuan, born in an ancient military family, received strict martial arts and strategic training from an early age. He has eyes like stars on an autumn night, revealing a determined and deep light. His face is resolute, like a sculpture that has been tempered thousands of times, showing the true colors of a man. The dark armor he wears is like a tiger in the dark night, giving him the courage to move forward. Under his leadership, every warrior in the team is like a sharp sword, ready to break through the enemy at any time.

The other team is led by the violent girl Yang Cake, who is an old acquaintance of Mu Yu and a berserker who can be ten on the battlefield. Every member of her team exudes wildness and fearlessness, and they use actions instead of words to demonstrate their intimidating power to the enemy in the most direct way.

Yang Cake, with long black hair dancing wildly in the wind, his eyes burning with enthusiasm like fire. She was dressed in heavy armor and held a long sword, as if the ancient goddess of war had descended to the world. Although her words and deeds are full of strength and confidence, her heart is unusually delicate and kind. On the battlefield, she is not only a fierce warrior, but also a leader who can inspire the morale of the team.

These two elite units are like two brilliant swords in the Chinese army, one static and one moving, one cold and one hot, each exuding a unique temperament and strength.

In addition to Ji Hexuan and Yang Cake, there are several gods that Mu Yu has not seen. One of them is Jiang Cheng, who has a Shennong heritage, and he wears a grass-green robe embroidered with various plant motifs, as if he is one with nature. His countenance was resolute and gentle, and his eyes revealed a glow full of wisdom.

Another god is Mu Feng, who has the Four Elephants Inheritance, is tall and burly, and wears a set of blue-black armor with four divine beast patterns inlaid on the armor, namely the Green Dragon, the White Tiger, the Vermilion Bird, and the Xuanwu. His eyes were deep and cold, as if he possessed an invisible force.

Ji Hexuan and Yang Cake are two names that represent two powers and two destinies. They used to be lovers, but they were lovers who broke up. Their relationship is complex and unique, like a fine tapestry, both ornate and ambiguous.

Ji Hexuan, she is a fairy in the wind, elegant and mysterious. Her eyes were as deep as the night sky, full of wisdom and determination. Her long hair flowed like a waterfall, swaying in the wind. Her figure was slender and slender, like a tall pine tree, standing tall in the wind and rain. She is one of the elites of Huaxia and leads an equally strong team.

Yang Cake, he is a fierce tiger in the mountains, brave and resolute. His eyes were like a fire, burning with a desire for victory. His muscles were as hard as stone, full of strength and tenacity. His steps were firm and strong, as steady as a mountain. He is also one of the elites of Huaxia, leading an equally remarkable team.

The two met by chance, and their team members also saw their angry appearances. Ji Hexuan and Yang Cake's team members all sighed deeply and felt helpless. They know that the relationship between the two leaders can affect the morale and performance of the entire team.

However, they also understand that Ji Hexuan and Yang Cake are not people who will change themselves easily. Their decisions and actions often affect the development of the situation as a whole. Therefore, the team members can only reconcile the relationship between the two as much as possible, hoping that they can resolve the conflict and jointly contribute to the prosperity of China.

In the elite team of Huaxia, the contradiction between Ji Hexuan and Yang Cake is not the only one. But their contradiction is unique because it involves a contest of emotions and wills between two powerful characters.

Mu Yu stood there quietly, his eyes staring ahead, as if he could see through the barrier of space and see those things that were coming. His skin was tight, like a string about to be taut, and his breathing was light and shallow, as if waiting for something.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, he could feel the elements in the air stirring. They leap through the air, like a trapped beast, waiting for the moment to break free. He could hear their roars, a powerful voice, a longing and anticipation of the coming war.

Mu Yu's heart is also restless. He felt his heart gallop through his chest like a galloping wild horse. His blood burned like a fire, rushing through his body. He knew that this was a harbinger of the imminent opening of the battlefield of the gods.

His hands were clenched into fists, and his kneels were about to emerge from his skin. There was a lot of power in his body, and he could feel that power surging through his body, like a great river surging in his body. He understood that this was a signal that he was about to enter the battlefield of the gods.

The battlefield of the gods, that is the place that every warrior yearns for, that is a symbol of glory and dignity, that is the contest between life and death. And now, that moment is coming. Mu Yu took a deep breath, his heart was full of determination and determination. He knew, he was ready.