Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan! Chapter 381 Demonic Cultivator's Launches Attack!

"Hehehe... at last, an opportunity to show these conceited righteous dogs the meaning of true power."

"Let them struggle. Their terror... their hopelessness... it makes for the most exquisite offering."

"We shall see just how long they can endure."

"The dawn of a new era is upon us!"

The voices of the Demonic Cultivators dripped with bloodlust, hatred, and eager anticipation.

However, the mocking whispers fell silent the moment a lone figure stepped to the forefront.

Mo Tianji!

The Saint Son of the Crimson Demon Sect.

His eyes were ablaze with pure enmity.

"Bai Zihan..."

The name left his lips like a drop of lethal venom.

Sensing the overwhelming bloodlust radiating from Mo Tianji, the dozens of Demonic Cultivators surrounding him immediately became quiet.

Following the events at the Ancient Ruins, Mo Tianji’s reputation had suffered a significant blow.

Nevertheless, he had managed to preserve his status by silencing his critics through sheer displays of strength.

As he recalled the most profound humiliation of his existence, Mo Tianji’s fingers tightened into a white-knuckled fist.

There was nothing he desired more than to personally beat Bai Zihan.

Yet, he was forced to accept the reality of the situation. Bai Zihan’s power had grown to such a degree that even their Sect Elders would find him a difficult opponent to handle.

They had received strict warnings—especially him—not to challenge Bai Zihan without caution.

"Hmph! Even if I cannot take your life with my own hands, your death is guaranteed this time," Mo Tianji hissed.

He was not alone in his resentment. A vast number of Demonic Cultivators harbored deep-seated grudges against the righteous Sects.

Some felt they had been unjustly suppressed, others had old scores to settle from previous conflicts, and many, like Mo Tianji, felt a personal loathing for geniuses like Bai Zihan.

Regardless of their reasons, they were now united in their resolve to fulfill their master plan and claim the Desolate Heaven Empire as their own.

The moment to become the land's new masters had finally arrived.

"Silence!" A profound, authoritative voice sliced through the demonic chatter.

A high-ranking executive of the Demonic Cultivators marched forward.

His mere presence caused the swirling fog to retreat—a powerhouse of the Great Ascension Realm, clad in armor crafted from bone and radiating a thick, suffocating killing Qi. "We strike the moment the signal arrives."

His eyes scanned the gathered army of hooded figures.

"Our assassins have already penetrated their ranks."

A sadistic grin pulled at his mouth.

"When their daggers strike—when the righteous cultivators fall into a state of chaotic slaughter—that is your cue to strike."

The assembled Demonic Cultivators stood tall with reverent focus, their simmering bloodlust barely contained.

He gestured with one hand toward the distant field of battle.

"Our goal remains unchanged."

"Trap the righteous battalions between our forces and the Beast Tide. Do NOT interfere with the demonic beasts."

"Drive the righteous into a pincer movement of absolute destruction."

His tone descended into a predatory snarl.

"Once they are ground to dust by our might... the Desolate Heaven Empire shall fall to us."

Mo Tianji let out a slow breath, the fire of hatred burning intensely in his gaze.

(Bai Zihan, consider it your misfortune that a Great Ascension Realm expert is hunting you down.)

"Excellent... Let Bai Zihan savor his final breaths."

The demonic fog swirled violently around them, vibrating with murderous intent and excitement as they waited for the first sign of the massacre from their hidden killers—

SLASH—!

A solitary, chilling sound tore through the atmosphere.

SLASH! SLASH! SLASH!

Then came another, followed by more.

Dozens of silhouettes suddenly appeared on the eastern flank—assassins wreathed in demonic Qi, their weapons slick with fresh gore.

The signal had been released.

A brutal smile spread across the senior executive's face.

"Now!"

His order rang out like a funeral bell.

Instantly, the demonic mist surged forward as thousands of Demonic Cultivators emerged from their hiding spots, forming a tide of dark shapes that washed over the battlefield like a shadow consuming the horizon.

Their collective killing intent surged outward like a drowning wave.

***

Like a storm breaking overhead, the war drums boomed across the field.

It was only then that the cultivators occupied with the Beast Tide realized they were being surrounded.

From the north and south, from the east and west...

From every point where the woods met the plains...

Massive clouds of black mist rolled forward like a heavy, stifling tide.

And within that darkness—

Innumerable figures stood in silence, looking as though they had been there from the start, observing and waiting.

Some were perched on gnarled branches like scavengers waiting for a feast.

Others stood motionless with their swords lowered, yet the weight of their killing intent felt like heavy lead.

A grim realization struck the cultivators of the Desolate Heaven Empire like a physical blow:

They were completely encircled.

This was no minor incursion.

This was not a simple ambush on one side.

This was a calculated, massive encirclement by a demonic force so large it could rival the Beast Tide itself.

Tens of thousands of Demonic Cultivators made themselves known as they began their march toward the center.

Whispers ceased.

Breaths were held.

Even the Elders of the Void Refinement Realm felt a chill run down their spines.

If the Demonic Cultivators truly collaborated with the Beast Tide, it was doubtful that even their backup forces could hold the line.

On the edge of the chaotic battlefield, Bai Tianheng narrowed his eyes, his expression darkening as he scanned the mist.

The Demonic Cultivators were no longer masking their power—he could already detect the presence of several Great Ascension Realm auras.

"It seems they are committing everything to this," Bai Tianheng remarked quietly.

He slowed the pace of his strikes, beginning to preserve his Qi for the certain confrontation with the demonic army.

Many others did the same.

The reality was now undeniable:

The demonic beasts were no longer their only life-threatening problem.

Yet, at the very front of the line—

Standing in isolation, completely unperturbed by the rising tension—

Was Bai Zihan!

Blood from a Grade-9 beast still sizzled as it dripped from his sword onto the earth.

The moment he felt the Demonic Cultivators closing the trap, he let out a sharp exhale.

He felt irritated and annoyed, but not even a flicker of fear crossed his mind.

"More pests," he grumbled.

There was no terror in him.

Only frustration that they would dare to disrupt his hunt and his accumulation of points.

Despite his annoyance, he did not stop his relentless slaughter of the Demonic Beasts.

In fact, seeing that the nuisances were about to join the fray, he actually accelerated the speed at which he was taking down Grade-9 Demonic beasts.

His logic was simple: once the Demonic Cultivators arrived, his chances to rack up points would diminish, so he had to strike while he could.

Only when the Demonic Cultivators had closed within a 200-meter radius did he finally shift his attention away from the beasts.

His eyes shifted slightly, scanning the mountain of figures before him. "I wonder, would I earn points for slaughtering Void Refinement Demonic Cultivators?"