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.
