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The first rays of dawn shone on the vast plains of the Western Wilderness. The morning mist had not yet dissipated, but the air was thick with intense fighting spirit. After the reconnaissance and planning of the previous night, Chen Xiu's five-pronged strategy had taken initial shape, but the undercurrents of the five tribes were quietly approaching. Every breath seemed to remind them that the real storm had arrived.

In the camp, Chen Xiu stood on a high platform, looking out at the rolling plains in the distance: "The enemy's undercurrents are gathering. We must be clear that every attack could determine the future of the prehistoric world."

Feng Yan lit a flame beside him, forming a blazing protective array that surrounded the camp: "The power of the secret realm resonates with the flames, which can form a protective barrier in a short time. But if the enemy uses the power of the dark tide, we must be ready to respond at any time."

Yan Wuhen gripped his longsword, its tip pointing towards the Thunder Clan's barrier to the north: "After completing our reconnaissance of the northern route, I discovered that the Thunder Clan has secretly amassed a large number of warriors. They have already detected our presence. If we do not strike first, the northern border will inevitably be plunged into a bitter battle."

Chu Shuang then analyzed the Ice Clan's formation in a low voice: "Although the formation of the Southern Ice Clan is complex, if the power of the secret realm is combined with ancient runes, the energy flow can be reversed in an instant. The key is precise control, otherwise the Ice Clan's cold energy will backfire on itself."

On the Western Wilderness Plains, the undercurrents of the five races have begun to emerge. The forces of the Thunder Clan, Ice Clan, Wind Clan, Fire Clan, and Earth Clan are surging towards the Western Wilderness like a tide, each force carrying a destructive sense of oppression. Chen Xiu closed his eyes slightly, the power of the secret realm within his body resonating with his primordial bloodline, sensing the subtle fluctuations of each undercurrent.

"This is the prelude to a primordial storm," Chen Xiu murmured, his voice filled with unwavering determination. "Though the storm is strong, as long as we maintain the initiative, victory will still belong to us."

On the northern route, Yan Wuhen led his elite troops to storm the Thunder Clan's outpost. Lightning roared in the air, and the restrictions flickered with blue and white light, like a net of death. Yan Wuhen swung his sword, each strike precisely severing the connection to the lightning veins, absorbing and reflecting the lightning's power.

“The energy channels of the restriction resonate with the bloodline of the Thunder Clan,” Yan Wuhen murmured. “If the direction of the resonance can be reversed, the Thunder Clan’s formation will be completely destroyed.”

The reconnaissance team quickly recorded the formation's structure and used the power of the secret realm to draw runes on the ground, gradually weakening the Thunder Clan's formation. Yan Wuhen knew that once the northern route was successfully breached, the first crack would appear in the entire Western Wilderness war.

On the southern route, Chu Shuang led her team deep into the Frozen Valley. The chill was biting, each step sending a shiver down their spines. But the power of the secret realm surged within her, causing the Ice Crystal Staff to resonate with her consciousness. She chanted ancient incantations softly, channeling the power of the secret realm into the core of the Frozen Valley's array.

In an instant, the ice formation trembled, ice crystals shimmered, as if an ancient power had been reactivated. The ice formation began to operate in reverse, the oppressive chill gradually dissipated, and a zone of our own control was formed within the formation.

Chu Shuang chuckled inwardly: "The Ice Clan's arrangement is ingenious, but in the face of the power of the secret realm, it is nothing more than a castle on paper."

In the central camp, Phoenix Flame guards the camp. Flames transform into a giant dragon, swirling above the camp, and a fiery shield keeps enemy reconnaissance forces at bay for miles. Inside the camp, the warriors rely on the power of the secret realm to strengthen their defenses; every wooden stake and every shield shimmers with a strange light.

"If the enemy rushes in rashly, they will surely fall into our trap." Feng Yan's lips curled up slightly, and the flames reflected the warriors' determined eyes.

The sky suddenly shifted, and the undercurrents of the five races fully manifested. The lightning of the Thunder Clan, the chill of the Ice Clan, the gales of the Wind Clan, the flames of the Fire Clan, and the oppressive weight of the Earth Clan intertwined, forming a violent energy storm. On the vast plains of the Western Wilderness, the air trembled as if being torn apart, and even the earth shook. Chen Xiu stood on the high platform, his primordial bloodline merging with the power of the secret realm. His aura was like the sky pressing down, suppressing the vanguard of the storm: "The undercurrents of the five races can come even more fiercely, but I, Chen Xiu, am prepared to face everything."

He waved his hand forward, and the power of the secret realm transformed into a net of light, enveloping the entire Western Wilderness. The net of light collided with the dark tide, unleashing a deafening roar. The warriors relied on the power of the secret realm to stabilize their position, and the breakthroughs of Yan Wuhen on the northern route and Chu Shuang on the southern route also restrained the power of the dark tide.

As night fell, the storm raged across the Western Wilderness Plains, but the struggle between opposing forces was beginning to unfold. Chen Xiu gazed into the distance, knowing full well that the true offensive of the Five Clans' undercurrents had not yet fully commenced, and the future battles of the primordial world had only just begun.

"Tomorrow will be the crucial day that will determine the situation in the Western Wilderness," Chen Xiu said in a low voice, his eyes gleaming with the light of primordial will. "We must use courage and wisdom to write our own victory."

Yan Wuhen and Chu Shuang reported the battle situation from the North and South routes respectively: "The Thunder Clan's formation on the North Route has been broken, and the enemy has been forced to retreat a portion of their forces." "The Ice Clan's formation on the South Route has collapsed, and the valley has been regained to our control."

A cold glint flashed in Chen Xiu's eyes: "Good, we must press our advantage and completely dispel the power of the Dark Tide!"

The undercurrents of the five races gradually felt threatened, and the undercurrents of the Thunder Clan in the north, the Ice Clan, the Wind Clan, the Fire Clan, and the Earth Clan in the south began to converge on the central battlefield. Chen Xiu took a deep breath and channeled the power of his primordial bloodline into the secret realm's light network.

The net of light shimmered, like a reflection of a galaxy, suppressing the dark currents at its center. The warriors unleashed the power of their secret realms, each strike precise and deadly. Flames, storms, lightning, frost, and earth pressure intertwined and collided within the net of light, as if the five elements of heaven and earth were concentrated in this moment.

The longsword in Chen Xiu's hand flashed with a sharp light, and wherever the tip pointed, the dark current power was sliced ​​into fragments and vanished into nothingness. He said coldly, "Today, no one will be able to shake our future!"

As night deepened, the storm on the Western Wilderness Plains gradually subsided, forcing the dark tide forces to retreat. All that remained on the battlefield were shattered formations and destroyed dark energy. Chen Xiu stood in the center of the battlefield, his gaze sweeping across the surroundings. He knew that this breakout was only the beginning; the real test was yet to come.

Yan Wuhen walked to Chen Xiu's side and brushed the dust off his robes: "The northern route is now stable. We have successfully contained the Thunder Clan's undercurrents, but the enemy's strength is still gathering."

Chu Shuang nodded in agreement: "Although the southern route is stable, the Ice Clan is still reorganizing their formation, and they may come back at any time."

Feng Yan stood on the high platform, flames leaping around him: "Although the central battlefield is stable, the density of the dark tide forces has exceeded any previous time. If we do not accelerate our offensive, we will be put on the defensive."

Chen Xiu remained silent for a moment, a resolute glint in his eyes: "Tomorrow's dawn will be the moment of our full-scale counterattack. Every inch of the Western Wilderness will witness the glory of humanity. No matter how turbulent the undercurrents, we will overcome all obstacles and usher in our own primordial future!" (End of Chapter)