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On the battlefield, countless Dark Tide soldiers were crushed by the primordial power, their screams echoing through the sky. The human warriors pressed their advantage, with Feng Yan, Yan Wuhen, and Chu Shuang each unleashing their unique skills, routing the enemy's main force.

Chen Xiu personally wielded his sword, slashing at the leader of the Dark Tide. His sword energy merged with the power of the Five Elements and the Primordial Chaos, forming a destructive force. With a single strike, he cleaved through the void of heaven and earth, knocking the leader of the Dark Tide back hundreds of feet.

On the Western Wilderness Plains, the battle continued, but the human race had gained the upper hand. Every cultivator was giving their all, protecting their comrades and slaying countless enemies. On the battlefield, blood and fire, thunder and ice clashed, the heavens and earth shattered, as if the entire primordial world was trembling for this decisive battle.

"Chen Xiu, keep advancing, do not stop!" Feng Yan shouted from the side, flames burning the enemy formation like the blazing sun.

"Understood!" Chen Xiu responded, sweeping his longsword horizontally. The sword light poured out like a primordial river, shattering the obstruction of the dark currents, and leading the army straight to the deepest part of the enemy formation.

At this moment, the Western Wilderness Plains are a chaotic mix of yellow sand, blood mist, raging flames, icy rivers, and lightning, resembling the end of the world. Every cultivator is writing their own legend, every attack is a test of control over the future, and every life-or-death struggle is a challenge to the primordial world.

Chen Xiu's presence seemed to unite the entire battlefield in a single belief—victory would surely belong to the human race!

With each swing of his sword, the Dark Tide army's formation gradually crumbled, revealing their impending defeat. The human army's morale soared, their primordial power coalescing into an unstoppable torrent, advancing directly towards the Dark Tide's core position.

On the desolate plains, war drums thundered, yellow sand swirled, and the sky was a tapestry of blood and flames. Dawn had not yet fully broken, but Chen Xiu's human army stood in perfect formation, their momentum as unshakeable as a mountain. In the eyes of every cultivator shone a yearning for the future and an indomitable belief.

"Form ranks! Thunder, Wind, Fire, Earth, the five races' undercurrent is about to launch their main attack. We must not let our guard down!" Chen Xiu ordered in a low voice, his voice resonating in the hearts of every warrior like a primordial war drum.

Feng Yan stood to the side, his blazing halberd igniting with intense flames, transforming into a soaring dragon that roared as it devoured the darkness ahead: "Brother Chen, today we'll show them the flames of the human race!"

Yan Wuhen drew his longsword, its blade crackling with lightning, his eyes sharp as blades: "The Northern Thunder Clan is renowned for its speed, but I will not give them that chance. Today, the Dark Tide will be carved out of its path!"

Chu Shuang slowly swung her ice staff, and the surrounding air suddenly condensed into crystal frost, like an overwhelming ice river: "Although the Frozen Valley has been recovered, the enemy has not been completely wiped out. I will use ice to seal their foundation, so that they will not be able to rise again."

Chen Xiu nodded, his gaze sharp: "Everyone, today's battle is not just about victory. Every cultivator is writing their own future! The future belongs to the strong, and we are those strong!"

On the northern side of the Western Wilderness Plains, the Thunder Clan army had completed its assembly. The Thunder Clan's Grand Commander raised his Thunder Halberd high, his eyes flashing with chilling killing intent: "Chen Xiu, your victory is only temporary. In today's battle, the Thunder Clan will tear your human race apart!"

The fire, wind, earth, and ice armies of the five clans gradually pressed forward, and the entire battlefield was shrouded in a heavy sense of oppression. The clouds in the sky churned, as if the heavens and earth themselves were trembling in anticipation of the great battle that was about to erupt.

Chen Xiu raised his hand, and the energy of heaven and earth was suddenly stirred. The human cultivators all sensed it, and their true energy surged like a tidal wave.

"charge!"

The heavens and earth roared as the human army surged out of the camp like a torrent. Chen Xiu, riding his warhorse, clad in black armor and wielding a long sword, pierced the enemy ranks like the light of dawn.

Feng Yan transformed into a blazing dragon, leading the Fire Clan warriors in a charge, their flames engulfing hundreds of enemy soldiers. The intense heat of the flames and the warriors' roars merged into a primordial power that shook the heavens and earth. Yan Wuhen's sword light flashed like lightning, cleaving through the Thunder Clan's ranks. Lightning exploded at the sword's tip, instantly reducing hundreds of Thunder Clan elites to ash. The Thunder Clan soldiers were terrified, utterly unable to withstand Yan Wuhen's unparalleled sword force.

Chu Shuang brandished her ice staff, and the chilling air sliced ​​through the air like blades, forming icy rivers that blocked the vanguard of the Wind Clan and the Earth Clan. The enemy was forced to retreat and trapped in a cage of ice.

In the center of the battlefield, Chen Xiu stepped into the enemy ranks alone. His longsword fell like a galaxy of stars, and wherever the sword light passed, enemy soldiers fell to the ground as if struck by lightning. Primordial power gathered at the tip of the sword, as if even heaven and earth were helping him. Each swing of the sword brought with it the power of the four elements of wind, thunder, fire, and earth, tearing through the enemy ranks.

The leader of the Dark Tide, hidden in the distance, his black robes fluttering, said: "Chen Xiu is indeed extraordinary, but in today's battle, the main force of the Dark Tide will finally show itself and let him taste true fear!"

Immediately, a blood-red sea of ​​clouds surged in the sky, and five enormous elemental dragons descended from the heavens. Flames, lightning, gales, rocks, and frost intertwined to form a vast and primordial sea of ​​energy, which crashed down upon the human army.

Chen Xiu frowned slightly, quickly circulated his internal energy, and shouted in a low voice: "Together! Feng Yan, Yan Wuhen, Chu Shuang, combine our strength!"

The three responded and moved. The forces of fire, lightning, and frost converged with Chen Xiu's sword energy, forming a massive primordial force field that violently collided with the five elemental dragons. The heavens and earth roared, the battlefield shattered, and yellow sand and blood mist intertwined, as if the entire Western Wilderness Plain was trembling.

Meanwhile, cultivators from all human tribes fought valiantly against the Dark Tide army. Every warrior was a highly skilled being from the primordial era, and they risked their lives to defend their positions.

The Flame Army, led by Feng Yan, erupted like a volcano; the Lightning Army, commanded by Yan Wuhen, danced like lightning; and the Ice Army, under Chu Shuang's control, froze like a glacier. In each clash, hundreds and thousands of enemy soldiers fell, the human race's blood flowing like a tide, yet they did not retreat.

"Chen Xiu! Do you think you alone can shake the Dark Tide?!" The Thunder Clan's Grand Commander roared, and lightning transformed into hundreds of bolts of lightning, striking straight down.

Chen Xiu's gaze was icy, his longsword slicing through the lightning: "With the power of my heart, I will break your thunderous might!"

Sword light poured down like a galaxy, lightning and sword energy surged and exploded, and under the blood-red sky, Chen Xiu, like an immortal war god, charged straight into the enemy formation.

On the battlefield, although the five races of fire, thunder, wind, earth, and ice were formidable, the human cultivators, relying on unity and unwavering faith, continuously broke through the enemy lines. Chen Xiu led the core fighting force, pressing directly towards the main force's position, each step creating rifts in the heavens and earth.

Feng Yan brandished his halberd, flames engulfing hundreds of enemy soldiers, as if the entire plain was ablaze; Yan Wuhen's sword light was like thunder, each strike severing the elite of the Thunder Clan; Chu Shuang's ice blocked the enemy's retreat, freezing the heavens and earth, making it difficult to unleash the power of wind and earth; Chen Xiu himself was like the embodiment of the primordial chaos, drawing upon the power of heaven and earth to break through the layers of Dark Tide's defenses.

In the distance, the leader of the Dark Tide's eyes flashed with killing intent and surprise: "Chen Xiu... truly worthy of being the hope of the human race, but... today, with the power of the primordial world, I will make you taste the real price!"

A massive vortex suddenly split open in the sky, like the roar of heaven and earth, with five-colored primordial power intertwined, seemingly about to swallow the entire Western Wilderness Plain.

Chen Xiu's gaze was resolute as he gripped his longsword tightly: "Everyone, follow me! Break!"

The human army roared in unison, their primordial power coalescing into an immense torrent of sword energy, flames, lightning, ice, and earth-shattering currents. Heaven and earth shook, all things crumbled, and an unprecedented primordial war erupted on the Western Wilderness Plains… (End of Chapter)