Here is the English translation for Chapter 217, formatted with clean prose, polished grammar, and an engaging narrative style tailored for Western fantasy readers, maintaining proper character consistency (including Barsha as a female squad leader):

217. Conscious Unity

Swarming from all directions, dark operatives lunged toward Aji as he waded directly into the thickest ranks of the dark host.

Observing his lone charge from above, Gayatri couldn't begin to comprehend his reckless tactic, yet she refused to let him fight unsupported. Unsealing her spellcasting matrix, she manifested spectral energy guardians and wide-area defensive barriers to shield Aji from the relentless, multi-directional onslaught.

Gayatri’s spectral constructs provided vital tactical relief, engaging the swarming cultists alongside him. Hovering in the upper atmosphere, Gayatri kept her sensory domain locked onto Aji's position. Has he lost his mind?! Charging headlong into an entire dark legion alone—is this another one of his hidden strategies?

A detachment of demonized dreadnoughts charged Aji's flank, only to slam into a high-density mana shield manifested by Gayatri. The barrier absorbed their joint impact effortlessly—yet a split second later, the defensive wall shattered from the inside.

It was not broken by the dark cultists, but pierced clean through by Aji himself.

Unsheathing his twin meteoric armaments from his broken staff, Aji surged through the barrier, sweeping his broadsword and long dagger in a high-speed execution arc. The strike moved at blinding velocity, leaving dozens of transformed demonized cultists utterly incapable of executing an evasive maneuver.

He moved with the silent, lethal velocity of a master assassin, enveloped in a dense vortex of atmospheric mana. The display far transcended Gayatri’s highest expectations. She had long known Aji concealed his true depth, a secret she had faithfully guarded, yet seeing him seamlessly synthesize the combat profiles of an assassin, a physical warrior, and a high-tier spellcaster simultaneously left her in quiet awe.

Ever since discovering his ability to unseal spatial teleportation portals, she had recognized he was no ordinary young cultivator. He operated at the level of a supreme saint—a realm of multi-elemental mastery impossible to achieve within a mere decade or two of conventional practice.

Such absolute parameter density required a century of unbroken, rigorous cultivation. Gayatri understood that truth implicitly.

Behind Aji's path, the vanguard of the Sky Squad plunged into the gap he had carved. Aaman blurred through the dark ranks like an ethereal phantasm, brandishing his twin long daggers to systematically eliminate every dark operative left disoriented in Aji's wake.

Aaman maintained a tight formation behind Aji, clearing his flanks alongside Nagada, who had neutralized his own sector and rushed over to reinforce the charge. Seeing Aji carving a path through thousands of enemies alone, Nagada threw himself into the fray.

Sanjo and Arion joined the spearhead, their armaments blazing as they cut down approaching dark cultists. From the sky, Gayatri maintained her aerial support, shielding their advance as Aji drove fifteen meters deep into the dark army's central ranks.

The dark host was now completely boxed in. The global alliance pressed from three cardinal vectors, while the grand gateway of Prisma City held firm on the fourth, defended by the city guard and the two-hundred-thousand-strong legion from the Emerald continent. Surrounded on all sides, the dark army had zero escape vectors remaining.

This monumental clash had drawn over two million high-tier cultivators onto a single battlefield. It was a confrontation between those who walked the path of righteousness and those who had embraced taboo dark magic to become thralls of Lord Demon Shura.

Today would be etched into historical archives as the greatest military engagement ever fought. The war of twenty years ago had merely been a prelude to this ultimate climax.

Executing a fluid rotational leap mid-air, Aji spun with his broadsword and dagger held wide, discharging a high-density ring of celestial aura.

Dozens of demonized dreadnoughts surrounding him were completely overwhelmed by his operational velocity and raw damage output. The high-density aura rings sliced through their bone armor, destroying their cardiac cores in a single pass.

THUD! THUD! THUD!

Dozens of transformed cultists crashed to the earth, their dark magic extinguished and their cellular regeneration permanently neutralized by Aji's precise core strikes. Executing targeted, high-speed execution blows against multiple cardiac cores simultaneously demanded an extraordinary level of mental focus.

He is a complete monster... Gayatri thought, keeping her eyes glued to Aji while effortlessly deflecting incoming dark spellwork aimed at her vessel.

Meanwhile, near the grand gateway of Prisma City, Warrior Jiro held the front line against a massive dark detachment. He had successfully guarded his brother's flank, repelling countless dark cultists who sought to exploit Dasatama's temporary exhaustion.

Now that Aji had reinforced Dasatama, Jiro turned his full attention to sweeping the dark host away from the city gates. He was determined to prevent a single dark operative from setting foot inside Prisma.

This resolve stemmed not from a fear of defeat, but from a firm strategic calculation: the war had to be concluded on open terrain. Today, Jiro intended to permanently end the endless cycle of tyranny imposed by the dark army. In this wide-open basin, the dark host would be eradicated to its very roots.

With all five continents standing shoulder-to-shoulder, this unified front would mark the absolute destruction of the dark army and the execution of Lord Demon Shura. None would escape. By trapping them in an open field, the dark forces were denied any opportunity to melt into the shadows.

Jiro raised his right gauntlet toward the heavens, white-hot celestial aura and crackling lightning condensing around his fist. He needed to drive the dark ranks back from the gateway, forcing them into the center of the open plain.

"Today, humanity's fear of the Demon Lord ends forever!" Jiro roared, his voice echoing across the field. "We shall forge a world free from terror and subjugation!"

Vaulting high into the sky, Jiro prepared to deploy a custom high-yield technique inspired by the teachings of Saint Thunder Striker. Having analyzed the late legend's combat principles for years, Jiro had synthesized those insights with his own elemental affinity, fashioning a wide-area spatial-impairment domain.

Atmospheric mana coiled around his raised fist like a swirling galaxy, generating a roaring kinetic vortex. Plunging from the upper atmosphere like a falling meteor, Jiro drove his gauntlet straight into the earth before thousands of advancing dark operatives.

"Wind and Sun Fist!"

Jiro favoured the title Wind and Sun Fist because it represented the perfect harmony of fiery solar energy and atmospheric wind currents—two elemental forces intrinsic to the natural world.

Wind was an ever-present, boundless force that sustained all life, yet standard cultivators often dismissed it as a basic element.

To a master who could commune with atmospheric currents and assimilate them into their core, wind was an unmatched force. It functioned as the ultimate elemental force multiplier, dramatically amplifying any power it touched.

An ordinary flame became a towering inferno when fanned by high-density gales, while atmospheric pressure could manifest catastrophic shockwaves. Wind elevated every element it touched to a higher tier.

Recognizing this truth, Jiro had learned to channel blinding solar mana, using dense wind currents to bind and compress the intense thermal energy within his right fist.

The wind matrix compressed the volatile solar heat, storing it within his gauntlet until the moment of impact. This breakthrough had been sparked by Aji, who, as the successor to the Three Legends, had urged Jiro to forge a unique combat style rooted in fundamental elemental mechanics rather than blind imitation.

A warrior who truly understood his own vessel could unlock his absolute potential, optimizing his pathways to channel the exact parameters required for supreme combat output.

BLAAAAM!

Jiro’s gauntlet struck the soil, and the earth absorbed the kinetic shockwave. Earth-elemental mana naturally possessed high absorption parameters, typically utilized by grandmasters for defensive barriers.

Yet, when a master harmonized earth-elemental parameters with offensive fire and wind, the stored kinetic energy generated a catastrophic internal reaction.

BOOOOOOM!

A violent subterranean detonation erupted across the field. The earth before Jiro shuddered violently, jagged fissures spiderwebbing outward like strikes of terrestrial lightning. The seismic shockwave surged straight into the dark ranks.

The dark cultists gasped in shock as the basin beneath their boots buckled.

The earth fractured, unable to contain the compressed solar parameters buried beneath it. Geysers of white-hot kinetic energy and crackling lightning erupted from the fissures, entangling hundreds of dark operatives before Prisma's gates. Paralyzed by the residual thunder threads and disoriented by the collapsing terrain, they lost all physical mobility.

Capitalizing on their paralysis, Jiro raised his right fist once more, preparing a follow-up execution blow to detonate the fractured fault lines.

BOOM! BLAM!

The second strike acted as a catalyst. The fractured earth beneath hundreds of dark operatives collapsed completely into a massive subterranean abyss. Deprived of footing and bound by thunder threads, the cultists tumbled helplessly into the chasm.

"AAAAARGH!"

Dozens of dark operatives were buried alive under falling rock and shifting soil. From above, a catastrophic wave of fire-infused sword aura swept across the collapsing pit—a joint strike deployed by Alicia. The fire-elemental aura ignited the debris, incinerating the trapped dark cultists deep beneath the earth before they could attempt cellular regeneration.