Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan! Chapter 379 Return of the Endless Tide

An eerie stillness settled over the following days.

It was far too quiet.

The war zone, once a chaotic abyss of thick smoke, gore, and primal screams, now sat motionless under a leaden morning sky.

Cultivators from the Desolate Heaven Empire maintained a perimeter patrol in rotating shifts, their faces etched with deep-seated anxiety.

The snap of a dry branch caused hands to tighten on hilts; the slightest rustle in the overgrown grass drew the sharp, narrowed gazes of the sentries.

Everyone understood a fundamental truth: a Beast Tide never concludes in such a fashion.

There is always a heavy toll.

There is always a final, blood-soaked frenzy.

There is always one last, desperate onslaught.

Yet, the Great Wilderness remained deathly silent.

Instead of relaxing under this rare reprieve, the defenders grew more vigilant. The lack of activity had the opposite effect on their nerves.

Sentries were doubled, and the number of scouts was tripled.

Still, no thundering horde arrived.

No monsters charged the line.

Within the first ten miles of the Wilderness, nothing stirred.

Among the cultivators, rumors and theories spread like wildfire, particularly among the youth who thrived on gossip.

Some argued that the sheer scale of the Bai Zihan massacre had terrified the Demonic Beasts into retreat.

Others countered that the creatures were merely waiting for the humans to lower their guard before launching a lethal ambush.

Speculation became unnecessary after three days, however, as the Beast Tide finally resumed its march.

In this new wave, Grade-10 Demonic Beasts took the lead from the very beginning, spearheading the assault.

The human side responded in kind, deploying their Great Ascension Realm experts to the front lines immediately.

The resurgence of the Beast Tide lacked dramatic flair at first.

There were no world-shaking roars.

No ground-trembling stampedes.

Instead, scouts scrambled back through the trees, their features distorted by sheer terror.

"They’re coming!"

"The Beast Tide has returned!"

"Grade-10s—multiple Grade-10s—are leading the charge!"

In a heartbeat, the cultivators of the Desolate Heaven Empire were mobilized to face the swarm once again.

Because Grade-10 Demonic Beasts had entered the fray, the Empire matched the escalation by sending out their own Great Ascension Realm masters.

The sheer volume of Demonic Beasts matched the numbers seen when they had previously fled in disgrace.

The only notable difference was an apparent increase in Grade-9 Demonic Beasts, likely filling the void left after Bai Zihan’s previous slaughter.

This sight made many feel uneasy; it seemed as though Bai Zihan’s carnage had failed to diminish the Tide's overall strength. On the other hand, Bai Zihan was delighted.

More Grade-9 Demonic Beasts meant more points for him to harvest.

To him, an endless supply of Grade-9 beasts was synonymous with infinite points.

It wasn't a total loss for the humans, though. At least the Grade-10 ranks were still down by one member—the beast Bai Zihan had personally slain.

However, the human side was also missing a vital pillar of strength.

The Leader of the Azure Sun Holy Sect—one of the few Great Ascension experts capable of suppressing a Grade-10 monster—remained in a coma, confined to deep recovery.

Strangely, despite this loss, morale did not waver.

Not in the slightest.

The memory of a single man was still vivid in their minds.

Bai Zihan!

If the conditions remained the same, wouldn't this be a repeat of the previous encounter?

It was expected that Bai Zihan would begin harvesting the Demonic Beasts, and since even Grade-10 creatures had failed to stop him before, no one could stand in his way now.

The second wave commenced much like the first—a deluge of killing intent and mystical techniques pouring out from the Great Wilderness.

Every cultivator could sense the shift without a word being spoken.

The Beast Tide advanced in organized, suffocating layers.

The frontline consisted of weaker beasts, rushing forward like a biological tsunami.

Treading behind them were the Grade-8s and Grade-9s, moving with a chilling level of discipline, as if directed by an invisible hand.

The Grade-10 Demonic Beasts held the rear, their suffocating auras radiating outward like the slow, menacing opening of a giant eye.

The human forces shifted to meet them.

Commanders barked orders, Elders stepped into position, and defensive formations ignited across the field of battle.

Great Ascension Realm experts ascended into the sky, ready to engage the monstrous leaders of the pack.

Bai Zihan occupied his previous position; however, it was obvious he had no intention of coordinating with Bai Lumei’s unit.

It wasn't as if they could keep pace with him anyway. Even a Void Refinement Elder struggled to match his speed, so any attempt at cooperation would only hinder him.

Perhaps only the Great Ascension Realm experts were fit to fight alongside him.

For the moment, it was better for Bai Zihan to operate as a lone wolf.

After his performance in the last battle, no one possessed the authority to restrain him.

He had slaughtered over fifty Grade-9 beasts single-handedly.

He had beheaded a Grade-10 beast in front of the entire army.

His mere presence had likely saved tens of thousands of lives.

Thus, even if Bai Zihan abandoned his group to act independently, no one would stop him—nor did they want to, given his massive contributions.

Behind his back, the cultivators felt their previous dread begin to fade.

It wasn't because the horde was weaker—it certainly wasn't.

In fact, the number of Grade-9 beasts had actually increased.

The confidence came solely from the fact that Bai Zihan was there.

Just as he had stood his ground last time, he was here now.

The first impact occurred.

The vanguard—hundreds of Grade-6 and Grade-7 beasts followed by even stronger predators—charged with explosive power.

Bai Zihan moved.

Or rather—

He vanished. A flash of freezing light sliced through the front ranks, obliterating everything in its trajectory.

Beast carcasses were tossed into the air like tattered leaves in a hurricane.

The ground itself shuddered from the sheer brutality of the opening clash.

While the human cultivators cut their own paths through the swarm, their eyes constantly drifted toward the solitary figure who had already dived deep into the enemy heart.

Even from a distance, the pattern was clear:

Wherever Bai Zihan moved, the Beast Tide crumbled.

Their lines folded.

Their momentum was snuffed out.

Grade-8 beasts were cut down before they could even register his arrival.

Grade-9 beasts raised their heads, their survival instincts screaming in warning, but their reflexes were always a heartbeat too slow.

The slaughter had begun.

It was a carbon copy of the previous battle. However, it seemed the Demonic Beasts had actually gained some insight from their last defeat.

Unlike the previous time—where a single, arrogant Grade-9 had attacked alone—five Grade-9 Demonic Beasts now surged forward as one, their auras merging into a tempest of wild power.

They abandoned all subtlety.

They aimed directly for Bai Zihan.

It appeared as though the entire Beast Tide had been restructured around one goal: the assassination of Bai Zihan.

The earth fractured under their collective pressure, sending shockwaves outward.

Human cultivators stumbled back, their blood Qi thrown into disarray, and even veteran Elders felt their hearts tighten under the oppressive weight of five apex monsters moving in perfect harmony.

But Bai Zihan?

He merely stood his ground.

Instead of fleeing from a coordinated team of Grade-9s, he felt like giving a thumbs-up to whoever had devised this strategy.

Tracking down Grade-9 beasts individually was a chore and a waste of time.

If they wanted to group up and save him the effort of hunting them, he was more than happy to oblige.

As the five massive monstrosities lunged toward him, Bai Zihan stepped forward with genuine gratitude.

"Good beasts," he whispered, raising his blade. "Come and die!"

The massacre resumed.

The collision was instantaneous.

Five titanic bodies slammed down with enough force to level peaks, yet Bai Zihan’s sword sliced through the resulting shockwaves as if they were nothing but thin mist.

A fountain of dark beast blood sprayed into the air.

The battlefield vibrated as the massive figures recoiled—some sliding across the dirt, some howling in pain, and others completely stunned by the terrifying sharpness of Bai Zihan’s opening strike.

The Grade-10 Demonic Beasts also launched their attacks, and the Great Ascension Realm experts moved to meet them.

They intercepted the Grade-10 leaders across the field, clashing in mid-air with enough power to make the heavens and earth shudder.

Shadow and light spiraled as titanic auras smashed together, the very sky warping under the released energy.

Once again, it was the same lethal dance as before.

Great Ascension versus Grade-10!

Many of these duels devolved into slow, grueling stalemates.

But Bai Zihan was the exception.

The Demonic Beasts had brought what seemed like an inexhaustible supply of Grade-9 monsters—far more than the last encounter.

And unsettlingly, a massive portion of them were focused entirely on him.

One group of five perished.

Another five immediately took their place.

Then another.

And another.

There was no hesitation in their eyes.

No fear of death.

No drive for self-preservation.

They threw themselves at him without pausing, lacking even the basic terror that beasts should feel when witnessing such a slaughter.

By this point, Bai Zihan had already racked up over thirty Grade-9 kills—and barely an hour had passed.

They just kept coming.

Relentlessly!

Bai Zihan tilted his head slightly—not out of fear, but curiosity. Demonic beasts, despite their ferocity, were ruled by raw instinct. After seeing their kin turned into piles of shredded meat, they should have bolted. Instead, they dove into his blade like moths into a furnace.

For a moment, he considered that they might be trying to exhaust him by denying him a moment's rest.

Of course, the reality was nothing of the sort.

But Bai Zihan didn't mind.

Not one bit.

Instead, a grin tugged at the corners of his mouth.

This was excellent.

Simply perfect!