Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan! Chapter 377 Demonic Beasts Retreated?

The sight caused Bai Xueqing to gasp as her breath hitched in her throat.

The horn of the Voidstep Razorhorn had driven straight through Bai Zihan’s midsection—a strike that was clean, savage, and utterly ruthless.

Her pupils dilated, marking a rare fracture in her typical stoic facade.

Even she, a woman who rarely betrayed any feeling, was visibly shaking.

(He... was struck? A direct hit?)

Chu Ziyan let out a piercing shriek.

"No No no no..."

Her voice cracked as a wave of sheer terror overwhelmed her.

She simply refused—absolutely refused—to accept the reality of what she had witnessed.

Veins popped on Bai Tianheng's knuckles as he gripped his sword, lashing out at the Hellridge Basilisk.

For a fleeting second, even his own heart seemed to stop.

However, he forcibly suppressed the rising dread.

"Zihan won't fall so easily," he hissed through a clenched jaw.

In that moment, blood began to spray from the gaping wound in Bai Zihan's stomach.

And yet, his expression was a sharp, arrogant smirk. It was the look of a predator who had finally cornered his quarry.

That unmistakable, calculating grin.

Bai Xueqing let out a sharp breath, her face a whirlwind of relief and shock.

Having spent so much time around him, she understood the meaning behind that look. It signaled that the prey had walked right into his snare.

Then—

The entire world began to vibrate.

A surge of power so gargantuan it made the heavens themselves shudder suddenly erupted from Bai Zihan.

Every single person felt it.

Everyone!

Across the vast, distant battlefield, the Immortal Realm experts who were on standby for Demonic Cultivators or Immortal Realm Demonic Beasts stopped breathing mid-inhale.

"What is this magnitude of power...?"

"It is far too potent... could that be an Immortal Realm Demonic Beast?!"

Bai Ren detected a familiar Qi, though he couldn't quite place its origin.

"Should we investigate?"

One of the Immortal Cultivators voiced the suggestion. After all, if an enemy of the Immortal Realm had arrived undetected, it would spell certain doom.

However, an officer rushed toward them to clarify the chaos.

"Immortal Sirs, please remain calm. A member of our own forces is currently activating a high-level technique."

He refrained from elaborating—it would be far too complicated to explain that this "someone" was a youth of only eighteen years.

"Oh ho? Who is this individual? It appears they may ascend to the Immortal Realm quite soon!"

One Immortal Cultivator let out a laugh.

The officer could only manage a tight, strained smile.

The next Immortal? The boy hasn't even reached the Void Refinement Realm yet...

An oppressive, invisible weight suddenly crushed down upon the heavens and the earth!

It was a technique of such majesty that even those at the pinnacle of the mortal world felt a primal sense of danger.

A blade of pure radiance sliced through the firmament—tearing the sky apart like thin parchment.

A single strike.

A solitary heartbeat.

The Grade-10 Voidstep Razorhorn was sliced perfectly in half down its center.

Absolute silence.

Pure shock.

Total awe.

As the dust settled, a solitary figure remained standing amidst the ruined earth...

Bai Zihan!

Blood continued to leak from the puncture in his abdomen, yet he wore a smirk as if every detail had unfolded precisely as intended.

The world fell silent for a long moment.

Even the Demonic Beasts appeared to grasp the gravity of the situation. Much like the humans, they were too stunned to process the reality before them.

The first person to slay a Grade-10 Demonic Beast wasn't a Sect Leader or a Clan Leader.

It was an eighteen-year-old youth in the Spirit Severing Realm.

Bai Zihan, indifferent to the historical weight of his feat, consumed a pill to close his wound before shifting his focus toward the Grade-9 Demonic Beasts.

"I wasted too much time."

He muttered under his breath, opening his System Interface to review the rewards gained for the Grade-10 kill.

"1000 points? That’s decent."

Nevertheless, he concluded that nearly dying wasn't worth the payoff. He could have accumulated far more points by simply massacring Grade-9 Demonic Beasts.

While receiving ten times the reward for a single kill was tempting, it didn't compensate for the extreme danger and time consumed.

Grade-10s were not only resilient, but they required him to gamble with his life. Even though he had intentionally taken the blow to pull the Voidstep Razorhorn into point-blank range, he hadn't anticipated the beast’s strike would be so devastating. Had his body not undergone multiple refinements, he would have perished instantly. Furthermore, he likely only had enough strength for one more Fate Severing Slash. If luck was on his side, he might kill one more Grade-10 for another 1000 points, but that would be the end of it.

Hunting Grade-9s was simply more efficient.

The Qi cost was nearly nonexistent—in fact, he could drop several Grade-9 Demonic Beasts in less than a second.

Slash! Slash!

Bai Zihan resumed his systematic slaughter of the Grade-9 Demonic Beasts.

"Wha—What is he doing?"

"Does he truly intend to keep fighting? Does he never tire?"

"After performing such a monstrous technique? And his wounds are already closing? Just what sort of physique does he possess?"

The crowd was dumbfounded. Bai Zihan had just walked the line between life and death, but rather than seeking safety, he was already back to the hunt.

What kind of drive was this?

Regardless, the Grade-10 Demonic Beast was slain. However, the scales hadn't fully tipped yet because the Azure Sun Holy Sect Leader was now incapacitated.

Without Bai Zihan's intervention, the Demonic Beasts would have held the upper hand with one of the Great Ascension Realm Cultivators out of the fight.

But he had flipped the script—and was now providing a massive advantage by thinning out the lower-ranked beasts.

Suddenly—

"RRRAAOOOHHH!!!"

A desperate, commanding howl thundered across the plains.

Grade-9 and Grade-8 Demonic Beasts recoiled, seemingly receiving a direct retreat order from the surviving Grade-10s.

They pivoted and bolted, their massive forms shaking the broken ground as they fled back toward the Wildlands.

"Are they... actually running away?"

"Damn! Since when did Demonic Beasts learn the concept of retreat?"

The Humans Held Their Ground.

"Do not pursue!"

A Sect Leader shouted, holding up a hand to signal a halt.

This could easily be a maneuver to lure them into an ambush. There was no telling what horrors awaited them if they charged blindly into enemy territory.

Furthermore, after such a cataclysmic clash, even the Great Ascension Cultivators felt exhaustion weighing down their spirits.

Unlike the Demonic Beasts who had endless reinforcements, many of the human cultivators had been locked in combat for the entire day.

They lacked the stamina to chase them into their own lair.

However...

One individual clearly didn't give a damn about the risks.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Bai Zihan's voice rang out with chilling clarity over the battlefield.

He took a single step.

Then, he vanished.

Swoooosh—!

Like a ghost, he materialized in the middle of the retreating monsters.

His blade flashed once—

SLASH!

A Grade-9 Demonic Beast was split into two pieces.

Then another fell.

And then another.

"Is he out of his mind?!"

"He's chasing them all by himself! Does he have a death wish!?"

"Does the man even know what fear is?!"

"Exactly what kind of vendetta does Bai Zihan have against Demonic Beasts—especially the Grade-9s? He must have slaughtered hundreds by now!"