SSS rank Mother-In-Law to an Invincible Family-Chapter 452: Attack The Western Continent

Meanwhile, in the Beast HQ, a massive turtle is floating on the sea.

The psychic beast stared at the map carved into the living wall of his chamber, his eyes twitching with restrained frustration.

Things were falling apart.

What was supposed to be a coordinated campaign across four continents had turned into scattered losses and wasted forces.

The humans were adapting faster than expected. The Xu family, in particular, had turned every battlefield into a trap.

He had predicted resistance. He hadn't predicted failure.

In the beginning, everything looked promising.

The surprise attack had fractured the borders, left the resource zones unguarded, and caused human factions to react slowly. Victory had looked close—just one good push away.

But that illusion didn't last.

The Central Continent had become a nightmare thanks to the Xu family. Their defense hadn't just stopped the beast armies—it had crushed them.

Then came the Southern Continent. He had expected trouble from the Monster Race, but not like this.

The traps were overwhelming. The terrain was brutal. And then that elite unit had wiped out their core-ranked enforcer without even suffering a loss.

The Northern Continent was no better.

The terrain slowed everything. And now, the humans there had traps, formations, and tactics that clearly came from the same source.

The Eastern Front had also fallen into disarray. The local defenders were starting to adjust, and even the weaker sects were beginning to stand their ground.

And all of it, every shift, every breakdown, could be traced back to one name:

Xu Clan.

The Xu family was not just fighting back.

They were reshaping the battlefield.

They were teaching the others.

And it was working.

Inside the heart of the mobile beast command base, still floating atop the ancient turtle shell, the psychic beast floated alone in a dark chamber.

The walls pulsed with deep red energy, humming softly. At the center of the room was a massive psychic mirror, carved from bone crystal and suspended over a pool of mind fluid.

He stared into it without blinking.

His aura spread around the room, waves of mental energy flowing across the surface of the mirror, trying to find cracks in the web that had trapped his people.

The mirror shifted, showing scenes from across the continents.

Southern—lost.

Northern—stalled.

Eastern—fractured.

Central—untouchable.

He growled softly.

"This isn't how it was supposed to go…"

He pushed more energy into the mirror, scanning deeper.

The scenes moved quickly, his power reaching into probability paths, trying to find even a single thread that hadn't been cut.

And then—he saw it.

The Western Continent.

It wasn't undefended. But it wasn't solid either.

Unlike the others, the top human families here had grown too used to winning, too used to fighting disorganized beasts, and too confident that their spiritual cannons and formations would handle everything.

He saw cracks.

Gaps in patrol routes.

Formation lines were copied from the Central Continent but were not reinforced properly.

He saw late responses. Delayed commands. Even some arrogance in their meetings.

The leaders there thought they had time.

They thought the worst had passed.

The psychic beast leaned closer to the mirror.

This was it.

This was the thread.

If they pushed hard and fast—if they gathered enough strength and focused it all in one place—they could still break the humans' rhythm.

They could collapse the Western front.

If that happened, humans would be forced to scatter their attention again.

And maybe—just maybe—that would give the rest of the beast faction time to regroup and breathe.

He withdrew from the mirror and floated upward.

His mind pulsed outwards, sending ripples across the hive network.

"Bring me the commanders from the Eastern, Northern, and Southern units," he ordered. "Immediately."

The order was met with confusion, but no one questioned it.

Minutes later, the central chamber filled with three projection images—hazy, flickering echoes of the remaining beast generals.

All three looked strained. One had bandages around his neck. Another was missing a horn. The third looked exhausted.

"Status?" the psychic beast asked.

"Southern forces are gone," the first said bitterly. "Dead or trapped. That forest belongs to the monsters and the Xu soldiers."

"Same in the North," the second admitted. "They're holding up too well. We're wasting soldiers."

"The East is falling apart," the third added. "Too many formations. Every time we regroup, we get ambushed."

The psychic beast waited until they finished.

Then spoke slowly.

"I've made a decision."

The air went still.

"We are calling back half of your forces."

All three generals stared at him.

"What?"

"You can't be serious—"

"We'll lose those fronts completely!"

The psychic beast ignored their protests.

"The Xu family has already destroyed our momentum. We are bleeding on three sides. We can't push everywhere at once anymore."

"Then what do we do?"

"We pick the one place they haven't locked down yet."

He raised a claw and pointed toward the map projection on the wall.

"The Western Continent."

The generals went quiet.

It made sense.

The defenses there were organized, but not tight.

Their commanders were slow to adapt. Their formations were spaced wide. And most of all, they were overconfident.

"We will strike the Western front with everything we have," the psychic beast said. "We take the best squads from the other three regions, combine them, and push in one wave."

"If we lose the others?" one general asked.

"Let them go. They're already lost."

There was silence.

Then slow nods.

They understood.

It was drastic.

But necessary.

Within the hour, orders were spread through the hive network.

Beast units from the East, North, and even the edges of the Southern jungle began withdrawing. Some were confused. Others angry.

But they obeyed.

And as the skies over the Western Continent remained quiet, the clouds above began to shift.

Dark shapes moved behind them.

Hundreds.

Then thousands.

The Western leaders didn't notice right away.

They were still reviewing minor victories from the last skirmish.

Still sipping tea and talking about "stability."

But stability was about to break.

Because the psychic beast had made his move.

And this time…

He wasn't testing the humans.

He was trying to bury them.