anwhile, on the other continents, the situation was also taking a sharp turn.
As the winds in the Northern Continent were sharp and dry. Mountains stretched across the land like deep scars, with steep cliffs, narrow passes, and rocky terrain that made movent slow and dangerous.
It was exactly why the humans here had survived so long.
The beasts had tried. They sent wave after wave into the narrow valley paths, expecting to break through with brute strength like they had done in other regions.
But this wasn't the East or the South.
Here, the terrain itself was a weapon.
And the humans knew how to use it.
On a high cliff above one of the major passes, a line of cultivators stood ready. Their robes were layered with thick spirit cloth. Many of them wore armor reinforced with beast bone plates. Most of them looked calm—even a little bored.
"Another wave coming," soone said, spotting movent below.
The commander, an older woman with white-streaked hair and two long knives strapped to her back, didn't even blink.
"Formation two. Hold the line. Don't overreach."
Below them, dozens of beast warriors began charging through the canyon.
But before they got far, the ground beneath them lit up.
Boom.
Explosions ran in a straight line.
Dozens were blown into the air. Others tumbled back, stunned.
Archers on the cliffs launched spirit-imbued arrows into the chaos. So glowed red, bursting on contact. Others carried freezing energy, locking entire groups of beasts in place.
"Too slow," the commander muttered, watching. "They're getting tired."
The beasts did fight hard—but they were frustrated. This was the fourth failed push today.
And every ti they tried to adjust, the humans were already a step ahead.
Earlier in the week, the Northern families had received scrolls from the Central Continent. Inside those scrolls were beast commander profiles, trap layouts, and weak points of the known units.
The sa Shadows that had helped the Eastern and Southern fronts had arrived here, too.
And they didn't just bring information.
They trained the Northern soldiers.
Quietly.
Efficiently.
So now, the results were showing.
Another group of beasts tried climbing the cliffs, hoping to flank the archers.
Bad idea.
Halfway up, they triggered a soundless talisman trap.
Their feet froze to the rock. Their bodies stiffened.
A few seconds later, a sharp gust of spiritual wind blew through the canyon—and sent them crashing down to their deaths.
Back at the command camp, the cliffside commander received another report.
"All front lines are holding. Only two injuries today."
She gave a short nod. "Let's keep it that way. We've bled enough this year."
Farther west, the Western Continent was experiencing a battle of a different kind.
It wasn't as mountainous here. The land was flat and open. Cities were spread out. Fields ran wide and deep.
That had made the early beast invasions easier.
But it also ant the humans had space to prepare.
And prepare they did.
Dozens of smaller clans had joined together to form a temporary alliance. The Qing Family, who had suffered heavy losses weeks ago, had taken charge of the central command post and used the Xu family's tactical manuals to build their defense grid.
Right now, that grid was glowing across the landscape—dozens of interconnected formations linked together like a web.
Beasts that tried to rush in found themselves slowed. Their steps grew heavier. Their Qi felt muted. And then the counterattack would co.
In one of the defense towers, Commander Zhou of the Qing Family looked out over the battlefield. His face was tired, but his eyes were sharp.
He turned to his advisor. "Where's the next wave expected?"
"Ten miles north. They're regrouping."
"And we're ready?"
The advisor held up a jade slip. "They'll walk straight into a suppression field. After that, we hit them with twin-spirit cannons."
Zhou gave a rare smile. "Let them try."
They did.
Just as predicted, the beasts ca.
Confident. Loud. Charging in waves.
But once they entered the suppression field, their energy dropped.
So slowed.
Others stopped moving entirely.
Then ca the thunder.
Boom.
Two cannons mounted into spirit towers fired twin blasts of condensed lightning.
The blast tore through the charging line like a blade through cloth.
Within seconds, the field was littered with scorched bodies.
A few survivors tried to run.
They didn't make it far.
Blade-wielding cultivators cut them down before they reached the tree line.
In the Eastern Continent, things were ssier.
The terrain was swampy. Wet. Full of hidden dangers.
The beasts had done well in the beginning.
But now, their progress had stalled.
The humans had finally stopped relying on old patrol paths and old routines.
Instead, they adapted.
Trap artists used the environnt to build layered snare zones. Formation masters floated disks into the murky waters, triggering spiritual bubbles that exploded when stepped on.
So beast commanders stopped advancing altogether. They started digging in, building camps, and trying to wait for the humans out.
But that just gave the cultivators more ti.
One Eastern clan, known more for farming than fighting, had turned their herbal gardens into poison zones.
When the beasts sent scouts into those fields, none ca back out.
At first, people called it luck.
Then, it kept happening.
And they realized… maybe it wasn't luck at all.
Back in the city of Jinhai, an important coastal city that had barely held during the first wave, the leaders sat around a wide circular table.
They were tired. Bandaged. So had lost relatives.
But they were still here.
And the tide was turning.
A ssage arrived during that eting.
It was a letter sealed with the Xu family's emblem.
Inside were new formation updates, Beast Lord profiles, and counter-thods designed for small cities without heavy reinforcents.
They read it silently.
Then, they passed it around the table.
When it got back to the front, the oldest mber stood up and said, "No more waiting. We fight now."
And they did.
In one night, Jinhai City pushed back an entire beast battalion from their gates. The battle was long and bloody, but the beasts didn't return after that.
They had finally tasted loss.
Not just in power—but in montum.
Across the Northern, Western, and Eastern continents, the sa ssage was echoing.
The beast faction was losing ground.
Not fast.
Not everywhere.
But piece by piece.
Step by step.
And as they pulled back to regroup and replan, the humans kept pushing forward—stronger than before.
Because now, they didn't just have courage.
They had knowledge.
And it was spreading like wildfire.
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