SSS rank Mother-In-Law to an Invincible Family

Similar fights occurred in other areas, but the scale was much lower than this, which was taken care of before they could even cause a real fuss.

A few beast units tried small ambushes, and some went after outer human camps. But all those battles ended fast.

Nothing major. No real threat. The defenses were already in place. Formations stopped them. Traps finished them. Not worth a detailed report.

The real story—the one that changed everything—was what happened at the resource zone.

And far from that battlefield, deep beneath the ocean's surface, something ancient was stirring.

A massive shell the size of a city moved slowly across the ocean floor, its weight steady, its path unchanging.

Trees grew along its back. Vines twisted across carved stones. Spirit energy pulsed through the ground like quiet veins.

From above, it looked like an island.

But this was no island.

This was the Great Turtle.

A living creature. A mobile fortress.

And on its back sat the main base of the beast faction.

Stone towers. Wooden barracks. Sacred dens carved into coral and bone. This was where the top beasts lived, trained, and gave orders.

In one of the meditation chambers near the rear of the shell, a strange creature hovered off the ground.

The psychic beast.

He floated in complete silence, tails wrapped around his body, spirit threads spreading out from his head like strands of silk.

They stretched outward, far beyond the walls. They passed through the ocean, the clouds, and the continents.

He wasn't watching a battle.

He was watching possibilities.

Outcomes.

Patterns.

But something wasn't right.

A ripple passed through one of the threads. Then another. Then dozens.

His eyes twitched. He grunted. The threads began to flicker and collapse one by one, like snapped cords. Energy rushed back into his body in chaotic waves.

He gasped and opened his eyes.

And then he saw it.

Not just a vision—but a moment that had already passed.

He saw fields soaked in blood.

He saw beast warriors dying with shock still on their faces.

He saw his own commanders tied down like criminals.

And then he saw them.

Humans.

Hundreds of them. Not panicked. Not desperate. But calm. Organized.

He recognized the uniforms.

The style.

The discipline.

The sigils sewn into their robes.

Xu family.

The emblem was something he would never forget as the Xu family was the only threat that he could never peer into, which is something he could never understand.

Then there was Xu Huan.

The Shadow division.

He tried to pull his threads back. To refocus. To contact the field units and confirm.

Nothing.

He tried again.

Nothing.

One by one, he reached out to the names burned into his inner network.

Garuum—gone.

Raguth—unreachable.

Seven more commanders.

No answer.

Silence.

It wasn't just a defeat.

It was a wipeout.

He stood immediately, claws twitching with tension. His tails flared, sparking with uncontrolled spirit energy.

"This isn't just bad luck," he said under his breath. "This was a trap… planned down to the last detail."

He turned on his heel and moved quickly through the stone hallway, passing low-level guards and junior elders who froze as he walked past.

No one stopped him.

They could see it in his eyes—something had gone very wrong.

He reached the ancient building in the center of the city on the turtle's back.

Two guards, towering and silent, stepped aside without a word. The heavy doors creaked open, revealing a long chamber dimly lit by spirit flames along the walls.

At the far end stood three beast elders, their thrones carved from ancient bones and coral.

Only one of them was seated at the moment.

A large bird-like beast, feathers black as night, golden eyes burning with sharpness. He tilted his head slightly as the psychic beast entered.

"You've seen something," the elder said calmly.

"Yes," the psychic beast replied. "Something serious."

He stepped forward and activated a small crystal in his hand. A projection lit up in the air—images pulled from his spirit threads, flashing quickly: Xu family soldiers walking calmly through corpses, Shadow members capturing beasts, Xu Huan sealing Raguth with a talisman on his forehead.

A heavy silence followed.

The elder narrowed his eyes. "When?"

"Already done," the psychic replied. "These aren't predictions. These are memories. I tried to contact the affected zones… but none of them answered."

The elder's feathers rustled.

"That means we lost multiple teams."

"Yes," the psychic confirmed. "And we didn't even realize it until it was over. That's the part that scares me."

The elder leaned forward. "Who was leading?"

"Xu Huan. The Shadow division. Maybe more behind the scenes, but the execution was theirs. Flawless."

The psychic's voice dropped lower. "It wasn't brute strength. It wasn't numbers. It was strategy. Timing. Traps placed days before the fight even started."

He paused, then added, "They let us walk into it."

Another elder entered the chamber—this one with thick white fur and glowing tusks. He listened to the end of the report and said, "How many survivors?"

The psychic beast's tails dropped.

"Unknown. Most of our commanders are gone. Captured, sealed, or worse. And they're being interrogated right now."

The white-furred elder cursed under his breath. "They'll know everything."

"Unless," the feathered elder added, "we adapt."

He turned to the psychic. "What's your plan?"

The psychic took a breath. "We lock down internal communication paths. We reroute our relay points.

We isolate scouting zones. Any beast force that moves from now on does so with cloaking spells and illusion markers, not just brute strength."

He looked up.

"And we counter. Not with force. With thought."

The feathered elder nodded slowly. "Start now."

As the psychic turned to leave, he paused at the doorway.

"One more thing," he said. "There's something else I felt during the scan."

The elders watched him.

"I don't know how deep their planning goes. But when I reached out… I think they sensed me. Just for a second. Like someone was watching back."

The room fell into silence.

The psychic beast whispered, "The Xu family isn't reacting to us."

"They're expecting us."