SSS rank Mother-In-Law to an Invincible Family-Chapter 457: But We Don’t Stop Until It’s Done

The battle didn’t slow down.

If anything, it got worse.

The beasts had stopped charging blindly and were now fighting with everything they had left. Rage. Desperation. Bloodlust.

They threw themselves at the Unified Army like wild storms—claws out, fangs flashing, spiritual energy tearing through the air.

But the humans didn’t back down.

The Unified soldiers stood their ground.

They didn’t yell.

They didn’t panic.

They just moved.

A young spear user, Captain Hao, ducked under a sweeping claw and drove his spear upward in one fluid motion.

The weapon pierced the beast’s shoulder, but it didn’t stop. It roared and swung again.

Hao twisted, pulling the spear out with a hard yank and spinning to the side.

"Line rotation, now!" he barked.

Two soldiers behind him stepped forward in perfect sync. One raised a shield, catching the next strike. The other slammed a glowing talisman onto the beast’s chest.

The seal exploded, locking the beast’s Qi for two seconds.

That was all they needed.

Captain Hao darted forward, planted his foot, and rammed the spear straight through the beast’s throat.

The creature dropped with a heavy thud.

Hao didn’t smile.

He just turned. "Next one."

A few dozen meters away, Sergeant Lan Yi of the Fifth Healing Squad was crouched beside a downed soldier, hands glowing with soft green light.

"Fractured ribs. Crushed left arm," she muttered, checking the vitals. "He’s stable."

She reached into her pouch, pulled out a blood-regeneration pill, and placed it gently in the soldier’s mouth.

"You’re not dying today," she said.

Then she stood, turned, and hurled a talisman across the field—just in time to block a flaming boulder flying toward their flank.

It burst in the air with a crack of heat and smoke.

"Lan!" someone called. "North side’s buckling!"

"I’m on it!"

She ran without hesitation, robes flying behind her, dodging bursts of stray energy and falling stone.

Closer to the front, Commander Duan, a seasoned blade cultivator with silver streaks in his hair, was dueling a beast nearly twice his size.

It looked like a bear mixed with a scorpion, with armored plates along its back and venom dripping from its claws.

The thing roared, swinging both arms in a frenzy.

But Duan moved like water.

He leaned under one strike, rolled over the next, and planted his sword deep into the beast’s side. Black blood hissed onto the ground.

The beast snarled and tried to slam its stinger down onto his head.

Duan raised his left hand, palm open.

A spiritual shield flared to life just in time.

The stinger bounced off.

He slid forward, raised his blade, and cut upward, splitting the beast from belly to chin.

It staggered.

Then fell.

All around him, the ground shook with heavy footfalls.

More beasts were coming.

Duan raised his blade and shouted, "Hold the line!"

Dozens of soldiers responded, closing the formation gaps instantly.

They didn’t argue. They didn’t ask questions.

They just moved.

On the far right side of the battlefield, a formation squad was holding back three mid-level beast generals with a layered defense array.

"We’re losing power!" one of them shouted.

"Recharge sequence!"

Another soldier tossed three glowing stones into the formation core.

The array flickered—then surged.

The barrier held just long enough for a hidden sniper team on a ridge to finish their spell.

With a sharp crack, three energy bolts shot out, one into each beast’s chest.

The first dropped instantly.

The second staggered.

The third screamed, but the moment it turned to flee, Shadow operatives waiting in the trees above leapt down and finished the job.

In the air above, the flying beast units were still trying to break through the Unified Army’s sky cover.

But the air unit wasn’t budging.

Spirit cannon volleys were clean and deadly.

Every time a beast rose too high, a dozen arrows followed it back down.

Above it all, Lieutenant Fan—the commander of the aerial division—hovered calmly on a spirit disk, shouting coordinates.

"Team six, adjust five degrees west. You’re drifting."

"Understood!"

"Focus fire on sector seven! Break their wings before they regroup!"

A group of beast flyers tried to rush his position.

He didn’t flinch.

With one hand, he pulled a curved blade from his back.

With the other, he activated a talisman seal on his shoulder.

The blade burst into flames.

He shot forward, cutting through the air like a bolt.

Five seconds later, the entire beast squad was falling, smoke trailing behind them.

Down below, near the original edge of the city ruins, the Western defenders were watching everything.

The ones who could still stand had joined in. Some were following orders, while others simply mimicked what they saw the Unified soldiers doing.

One Western elder dropped beside a Unified soldier to help stabilize a wounded man.

" I-I don’t even know your name," the elder stammered, pressing a pill into the soldier’s hand.

"Don’t need to," the soldier replied. "Just hold him steady."

"Right."

Another younger cultivator from the West watched a Unified team cover each other’s flanks while rotating out tired members.

He looked over at his own sect brother.

"...Why didn’t we ever train like this?" he whispered.

His brother didn’t answer.

Because he didn’t have one.

Even some of the beasts could feel the shift.

They fought harder now, not because they were confident, but because they were afraid.

They realized too late that this wasn’t just another human army.

This was something new.

Something built to last.

And they were running out of options.

One beast commander roared and tried to rally his troops.

"Push them back! We still have the numbers!"

But his shout was cut short as a hidden sword pierced through his heart from behind.

He fell, eyes wide, still mid-command.

No one even saw where the blade came from.

Only that he didn’t stand back up.

Back on the central ridge, Wei Shan stood beside Lan Fei, watching the sky darken as the sun dipped low.

Fei whispered, "We’re winning."

"Yes," Wei Shan replied. "But we don’t stop until it’s done."

She raised a hand and issued the final command.

"All units: tighten the noose. No escape. Sweep formation. We end this by nightfall."

And across the field, from trenches to tree lines, from city ruins to sky patrols...

The Unified Army answered.

Loud and clear.

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