SSS rank Mother-In-Law to an Invincible Family - Chapter 443

Chapter 443: Change The Direction Of Focus
The council room remained quiet long after the psychic beast finished speaking.

The air was heavy.

The image of Xu Huan sealing Raguth still hovered faintly in the center of the room, the light flickering like it was burning into their minds.

No one said anything for a while.

Finally, the white-furred elder let out a slow breath through his nose. “So that’s how far the Xu family has come…”

The feathered beast elder stayed still. His eyes didn’t blink. His claws tapped slowly against the armrest of his throne.

“We can’t keep going like this,” he muttered. “If we send more into the Central Continent, we’ll just be feeding them more bodies.”

The psychic beast nodded. “They’re too prepared. Their traps are layered. Their formations are hidden in plain sight.

They knew we were coming before we even left. There’s no way that happened without long-term planning.”

Another elder, a thick-skinned lizard-like creature with a golden crest, grunted. “Then what do you suggest? We do nothing? Let them walk freely while we hide in the corners of the world?”

“No,” the psychic beast said firmly. “I’m not saying we run. I’m saying we adapt.”

He turned and paced slowly around the center of the room.

“Right now, the Central Continent is out of reach. The Xu family’s power isn’t just in soldiers—it’s in information. They know how we think.

They’ve already fought beast tides before. They know how to lay a perfect trap, and worse… they’re patient enough to let us walk into it.”

He stopped and looked at the elders.

“But the other continents? They aren’t ready. They don’t have the same intelligence soldiers as the Xu family, and they don’t have special units like the Xu family.

And they don’t see us coming.”

The feathered elder narrowed his eyes slightly. “You’re proposing we pull back from the Central Continent completely?”

“Temporarily,” the psychic beast said. “Let the Xu family think they won. Let them relax. Let them focus on reinforcing the areas they already control. While they’re busy looking inward, we strike the other continents.”

He pointed at a glowing map that had appeared near the center of the table. It showed the world—four major continents, with the Central one glowing faintly.

“We don’t need to win right away. We just need to shift the flow of battle. Pressure the other factions. Take their resources. Break their alliances. And then, once we’ve gathered enough… we return.”

The white-furred elder growled. “Revenge.”

“Exactly,” the psychic beast replied. “Revenge.”

The idea wasn’t easy to swallow. Some of the more aggressive commanders hated the thought of retreat.

But this wasn’t about pride. This was about survival—and long-term success.

Within the hour, new plans were drawn up.

Troop deployments redirected.

Raiding groups were sent toward the Eastern and Western continents.

Small elite teams were dispatched to set up new bases underground, in caves, or deep inside thick mountain ranges.

Everything was done quietly.

No grand declarations.

No loud speeches.

Just cold, calculated movement.

As the days passed, the shift began.

And far away, in those very continents, the top families slowly began to notice something was off.

In the Eastern Continent, the Yu Clan began losing scouts along their trade routes. Entire caravans disappeared, spirit beasts started acting strangely, and spiritual energy in some of their mines grew unstable.

At first, they thought it was bad luck.

Then they sent a team.

None returned.

In the Western Continent, the Qing Family started seeing strange beast activity near their border towns.

At first, they were weak beasts. Then, they were stronger. Then, they were full waves—too organized to be random, too targeted to be coincidence.

Their response was slower than expected.

They didn’t have a Shadow network like the Xu family.

They didn’t have trap specialists or formation readers stationed in every outpost.

By the time they realized what was happening, it was already too late.

Entire sectors of their territory had been overrun.

Unlike the Xu family’s controlled defense lines, these families had wide gaps between their defenses.

They weren’t ready to handle quick strikes and rapid retreats. And the beast army didn’t need to conquer.

They just needed to cause chaos.

And chaos, they did.

In just a few weeks, over a dozen human strongholds across the Eastern and Western continents were burned, taken, or abandoned.

The Xu family heard of these losses through intercepted messages and worried allies.

Inside a quiet room in the Xu family’s subspace, a fresh report was delivered to Yan Yuehua. She opened it and quickly read through the contents. Her brows furrowed.

“They’ve changed direction,” she said softly.

Lin Yue, who was sitting nearby, looked up from her spiritual reading basin. “I felt the shift two days ago. The beast aura across the Central Continent weakened. Almost like they gave up.”

“They didn’t give up,” Yan Yuehua said. “They adjusted.”

She looked at the map laid out in front of them. Red marks began appearing across the Eastern and Western continents.

Attacks. Missing squads. Destroyed formations.

Lin Yue placed her hand gently on the map.

“They’re trying to take what’s easier. Avoid us. Recover. Wait.”

Yan Yuehua nodded. “They’re biding time.”

“And when they think they’re ready,” Lin Yue added, “they’ll come back.”

There was a moment of silence between them.

“We should warn the others,” Yan Yuehua said. “Whether they listen or not is up to them.”

“I’ll send a full report through the World Alliance channel,” Lin Yue replied. “But it’s their choice to prepare or not.”

She stood and looked outside the window of the subspace.

The Xu family had been building quietly for years. Their strength wasn’t just in their cultivators—it was in the systems they built around them.

Every win was a sure thing with redundancies placed for any possible scenario. Every loss was learned from.

The other families weren’t like that.

And now… they were paying for it.

Back at the Great Turtle, the psychic beast stood at the edge of a cliff that overlooked the sea.

He watched the waves roll quietly against the shell’s edge.

He didn’t smile.

This wasn’t a win.

It was a shift.

The humans had drawn first blood.

But the beasts would not forget.

And when the time came, they would return to the Central Continent—not in scattered raiding groups, but as a full force.

But this time… they would be ready.

And next time, it wouldn’t be the beasts falling into a trap.

It would be the humans.