Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan! Chapter 372 The Battlefield Witnessed a True Monster

Chaos had long since consumed the battlefield.

The frontlines were a violent collision of steel and talons as the vanguard met the surging wave of Demonic Beasts in a deafening, rhythmic clash. A tempest of noise—explosions of Qi, desperate battle cries, agonized screams, and savage roars—swallowed everything in its path.

Positioned behind the front, support units worked feverishly, casting healing spells, launching arrows, throwing talismans, and maintaining complex formations. Joining the elite Bai, Zhao, and Li Clans, other warriors threw themselves into the vanguard to stem the tide of the endless monstrosities.

Yet, despite their efforts, they were being pushed back. The Demonic Beasts were fighting with an unprecedented aggression and a level of coordination that felt unnatural, as if an invisible commander was directing their every move. It had escalated into a total war.

A disciple of the Heaven Sword Sect swung his blade relentlessly, finally pinning down a Grade-8 Demonic Beast. "Rong! Help me finish this!" he screamed toward his partner.

But Rong remained motionless. He stood paralyzed, his eyes wide and jaw dropped, staring fixedly at something far in the distance.

"Tch!" The disciple clicked his tongue in frustration. Through a desperate burst of strength, he managed to slay the beast on his own. He spun around, his face flushed with rage. "What the hell are you doing?! You almost got me killed! Where are you even looking?!"

Rong offered no verbal reply. His lips merely trembled as he slowly raised a shaking hand to point toward the horizon. "Look!"

The disciple turned his gaze—and instantly froze.

There, just beyond the thick of the frontline and past the mounds of fallen beasts, an impossible scene was playing out. A solitary young man, dressed in robes stained with blood, was laughing with wild abandon. He moved like a whirlwind, carving through Grade-9 Demonic Beasts as if he were merely clearing weeds.

One laugh, one kill. Two laughs, two kills. It seemed as though his sword strikes grew swifter with every smile he flashed.

A Thunder-Horned Ape let out a roar, swinging a massive arm toward him—Shing! The limb was severed and sent flying. Shing! Its head followed immediately after. A Flame-Scaled Direwolf lunged, its fangs wreathed in fire—Crack! Its jaw was shattered before it could even get close to Bai Zihan.

Every beast—monsters so massive that even the Top-3 Clan Elders struggled to contain them—was cut down in a single breath the moment they faced him.

The spectacle left many spellbound, including the powerful Elders of the Void Refinement Realm. It was as if the entire battlefield had ground to a halt, with every eye fixed on Bai Zihan. After all, it was a staggering sight to see a teenager hunting Grade-9 Demonic Beasts—some of the most formidable creatures in existence—as if they were common livestock. Even the beasts themselves began to show signs of hesitation and terror in the wake of the carnage.

Bai Xueqing watched in stunned silence. While she had long ago accepted that Bai Zihan surpassed her, she had never imagined the gap was this vast. It wasn't just her; every disciple and Clan Member who had once harbored dreams of competing with him felt the same crushing realization. Even those twenty years his senior had to admit they would never close the distance. His prowess was already on par with the Elders—perhaps even the Clan Leader. Only those at the Great Ascension Realm were supposed to be capable of such a display.

The Sect Leaders and Clan Leaders commanding from the rear were equally paralyzed by what they saw. Bai Tianheng, however, couldn't hide his excitement. "This brat... how can he leave his group behind and fight alone?" Though his words sounded like a reprimand, his beaming face and the thrill in his voice told a different story. Years ago, he had viewed Bai Zihan as a mere troublemaker who lacked the strength to survive; now, he was watching him slaughter Demonic Beasts with ease.

Li Jianhong and Zhao Wutian were left speechless, their jaws nearly hitting the ground. Even members of Clans and Sects with no ties to the Bai Clan felt a mixture of awe and dread. Every rumor they had heard about the boy wasn't an exaggeration; if anything, the rumors had underestimated him. Many, including his peers, had assumed he was a weakling because he skipped the Dragon and Phoenix Competition. Now, they felt a wave of relief that he hadn't shown up. Had they faced him, they wouldn't have felt just helplessness, but total despair. They wouldn't have even dared to step onto the arena floor against him.

Without question, Bai Zihan had become the focal point of the entire war. Meanwhile, the young man himself was busy tallying his rewards. "25... 26th!" That meant 2,600 System Points. It wasn't quite enough to purchase an Earth-Grade Technique, but Bai Zihan wasn't discouraged. He viewed this as only the beginning.

"Come!" he shouted as the surrounding Demonic Beasts began to retreat in fear. His systematic elimination of the Grade-9 beasts had swung the momentum of the war heavily in favor of the humans. With the high-level threats diminished, the Void Refinement Realm Elders were free to mop up the weaker monsters. Bit by bit, the tide was turning.

The Demonic Beasts seemed to realize this as well.

ROOOOAAAAR!

A roar ripped across the plains like a physical shockwave. Every cultivator, human and beast alike, felt the vibration deep in their marrow. Even the savage Grade-9 beasts froze, their bodies huddling low to the ground as if suppressed by a superior predator. The earth began to fracture, and the sky turned dark. A suffocating pressure rolled over the battlefield like a falling mountain.

"G-Grade... Grade-10 Demonic Beasts!" someone stammered, their voice shaking with terror.

The atmosphere, which had briefly lightened thanks to Bai Zihan’s slaughter, became heavy and oppressive once more. Massive shadows began to emerge from the heart of the beast horde. First one, then another, then a third! Every footfall made the ground groan.

Their sheer presence warped the air and distorted the local Qi, leaving Spirit Severing and Void Refinement cultivators gasping for breath. A massive Hellridge Basilisk appeared, its scales shimmering like liquid iron. A gargantuan Ancient Bloodmane Lion stepped forward, each breath blowing debris across the dirt. A four-winged Storm Devouring Roc descended, crackling with air-scorching lightning.

As more Grade-10 Demonic Beasts revealed themselves, the tension on the battlefield reached a breaking point. Even the Void Refinement Elders felt cold sweat pouring down their faces. Grade-10 Demonic Beasts were nightmares that only Great Ascension Realm experts were meant to handle.