Family Management Game In Immortal Continent Chapter 791: Charge in

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

As the heavens churned with surging clouds and wind, the thunderous rhythm of war drums echoed through the air.

Massive spirit arks were deployed in a vast formation across the borders of the Duravia Trade Prefecture. Upon these vessels, legions of cultivators stood ready for battle, their bodies encased in gleaming helmets and heavy armor.

These spirit arks maintained a distance of several dozen miles from one another, effectively creating a massive blockade around the Duravia Trade Prefecture. This strategic spacing ensured they could relay intelligence instantly and provide swift reinforcements, or at the very least, keep a constant watch on the enemy's movements.

The largest vessel in the fleet, carrying the most elite soldiers, surged toward the very heart of the Duravia Trade Prefecture. On deck, two soldiers worked together to wind back a massive, rune-inscribed crossbow, preparing the colossal spiritual artifact for war.

As is typical on the eve of conflict, the men engaged in casual conversation to steady their nerves.

"Are you from the Northern Border? I’ve heard the Demon Clan there is savage, and that your General has quite the fearsome reputation."

"Hmph, I have lived through twenty-seven engagements. Try asking around to see how many others can survive that long under my Commander’s leadership. Your 'Blood-Red Armor General' is the impressive one; her record for winning battles is legendary."

"Brother, don't go thinking our triumphs come easily. Once you step onto the battlefields of the Duskwild Prefecture, you face an endless sea of enemies. A single clash can involve tens of thousands; it becomes impossible to distinguish friend from foe. An expert only needs to trigger one technique with a loud boom, and people just vanish into death."

"Is it... truly that heartless?"

While they spoke, they turned their gaze toward the Immortal Domain of the Duravia Trade Prefecture, sharing a knowing smile.

"I must admit, the views here are exquisite. The twenty thousand brothers joining us this time are in for a treat; this long journey was worth the effort."

"We’ve brought thirty thousand veterans from the Duskwild battlefields. We are just waiting for the command arrow to fly, eager to see who is foolish enough to challenge the War Goddess of Duskwild."

Meanwhile, at the stern of the spirit ark, Li Tianyue stood clad in her signature blood-red armor. Though she had entered the borders of the Duravia Trade Prefecture, she could still feel the biting chill drifting from Azure Cloud Prefecture.

She had spent decades, even centuries at a time, stationed on the brutal front lines of Duskwild.

"Xinghuo, Wandong, have the affairs at your Northern Border home been settled?"

Li Tianyue asked the question softly. Li Xinghuo and Zishu Wandong, both fully armored, nodded in response.

Li Xinghuo replied, "Reporting to High Ancestor Tianyue, I have already sent the concubines and the less capable juniors to the Grand Tutor’s estate. Even if the Zhao Clan possesses some reach outside, they will not be able to touch the younger generation."

As the conversation continued, the couple’s admiration for Li Tianyue intensified. Although Li Xinghuo was renowned throughout the world as the Commander of the Asura Army in the Northern Border, he was well aware that his forces would likely fail to even graze Li Tianyue’s grand army should they meet on the Duskwild battlefield.

While Li Tianyue’s fame had been less vocal than Li Xinghuo’s in recent years, he knew she was a true Commander-in-Chief. Even during her Nascent Soul stage, she had served closely alongside the veteran General Dongfang Lianwu.

The fact that the Azure Dynasty’s defenses in Duskwild have held against Prince Yu to this day is largely due to Li Tianyue’s strategic brilliance. Now, the campaign against the Zhao Clan in the Duravia Trade Prefecture was also under her direct command!

"Good," Li Tianyue said, her expression remaining stoic. Returning to the clan's ancestral territory filled her with a sense of nostalgia.

During her long years of warfare in Duskwild, the family had flourished into its current power. This was a height her own generation had desperately desired but failed to reach. Now, under the guidance of Li Xinnian, the clan had truly achieved greatness. Her primary concern now was ensuring the safety of the family's future.

"Since everything is prepared, let us cast aside all hesitation and strike."

With those final words, the three of them entered the spirit ark’s cabin. On a central table, a spirit stone vibrated constantly, broadcasting the reports of Li clan scouts.

"There is strange activity within the Immortal Zhao Clan; they have likely received news of the events in the Imperial Capital."

"Across the twelve regions of the Duravia Trade Prefecture, the six primary Regional Cities are mobilizing for war, and their experts have been summoned to the Immortal Domain."

"The Zhao Clan possesses fifty-three Divinity Transformation cultivators. However, since the Martial Emperor arrived in the prefecture, nearly half of them have disappeared. I suspect they are moving toward Azure Cloud Prefecture or other Li clan territories."

"The Zhao Clan has activated their grand formations. The Immortal Domain is now protected by Killing Formations, Illusion Formations, and Trapping Formations—all of which are Rank 4!"

"..."

Li Tianyue’s face remained unreadable. Having led massive armies in the Grand Duskwild Prefecture for centuries, she was a veteran of countless battles. She looked toward Li Xinghuo and spoke with a calm voice, "The Zhao Clan has activated their defenses and moved their Divinity Transformation experts, yet their Void Refining cultivators are missing. I believe they intend to send a detachment to cause chaos in Azure Cloud Prefecture. If they can start a fire in our own territory, they expect our reinforcements to retreat. So long as their regional formations hold, they can coordinate their defenses and eventually trap our Li clan."

Li Xinghuo studied the tactical sand table on the desk, his brow furrowing in thought.

"Could this be a trap? This troop deployment seems full of obvious weaknesses."

"You are forgetting one thing: they have no experience in true war," Li Tianyue replied coldly. "Just as they fail when trying to imitate our Li clan in other matters, they lack the essence of battle."

She turned away from the sand table and walked back to the ship’s prow. Letting the fierce winds buffet her face as she stared at the Duravia Trade Prefecture, she remarked, "It is no wonder the Old Ancestor gave the order to crush them. Inform Xinnian."

"We charge!"

In the distance, the younger members of the Northern Border Li family had arrived. Over the years, Li Xinghuo had many children by his concubines, though his eldest son, Li Xinri, was nothing more than a useless, high-profile playboy. Only one young girl among the Northern Border branch had truly shown promise: Li Zhijing.

The young girl was currently perched on the back of her grandfather’s Nine-Headed Ghost Lion. The beast seemed irritated, but it didn't dare snap at the granddaughter its master adored, settling for letting out constant, protesting snorts.

"What are you huffing about? Hmph! If you weren't my grandfather's mount, I'd have you turned into a stew for my father!"

Li Zhijing was far from the quiet or reserved type. She wrinkled her nose and looked toward Li Tianyue’s commanding figure with eyes full of admiration.

"Is that an ancestor from the Main Family? She is so incredible; even Grandfather acts so polite and humble around her. I’ve heard the clan has many such elders."

As she spoke, she turned her eyes toward the Immortal Domain.

"The Zhao Clan must be a legendary aristocratic family, maybe even as strong as the Grand Commander of Northguard City. Hehe, once I earn some military merit, I can finally take Daddy to meet the Old Ancestor."