Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan! Chapter 385 When the Reserve Unit Marches

Dugu Lianxin’s body swayed precariously.

The world around her began to whirl.

Her fingers grew unresponsive as the biting frost invaded her Meridians, causing her hold on the scythe to slip.

In front of her, Bai Xueqing descended with a chilling, composed grace.

She leveled her blade, preparing to deliver the final blow.

"You've lost!"

Dugu Lianxin's eyes contracted in terror.

Attempting to circulate her Demonic Qi proved futile; her Dantian had been completely sealed by Bai Xueqing’s previous attack.

The cold shroud of death descended upon her.

Bai Xueqing’s sword swung downward—sharp and relentless.

SHHNK—!

Yet, the blade was stopped short of its mark.

BOOOOOM!!!

A thunderous explosion erupted between the two combatants, sending Bai Xueqing flying back dozens of meters. The impact shattered the earth, leaving a jagged, gaping crater in its wake.

Like a spectral manifestation of carnage, a massive figure appeared before the Saintess.

It was a Void Refinement Elder from the Hundred Sins Hall.

Dugu Lianxin spat out a mouthful of blood.

"E-Elder..."

The Elder’s voice resonated with the heavy thrum of a funeral drum.

"Saintess. Step back!"

His focus then shifted toward Bai Xueqing, his killing intent surging forth like a violent tsunami.

He was internally stunned. He hadn't expected one of their premier geniuses to be overwhelmed so quickly by someone even younger.

Neither he nor any other demonic cultivator had anticipated that Bai Xueqing would bring their Saintess, Dugu Lianxin, to the brink of death in such a short encounter.

While Bai Zihan was already a known threat, seeing Bai Xueqing possess such terrifying power convinced the Demonic Elder that she had to be eliminated immediately. If left alive, she would surely become another monster like Bai Zihan.

He lunged forward, his Demonic Qi causing the very atmosphere to warp into spiraling vortices.

He became a blur—

A claw-like hand tore through space, aiming directly for Bai Xueqing’s throat.

The surrounding air fractured under the pressure.

However—

CLAAAAANG!!!

A different force collided with the Demonic Elder’s strike, parrying it with such ferocity that the heavens seemed to crack.

A new figure stood between them—the Bai Clan Elder, Bai Wei.

With a swift motion of his wrist, a weapon manifested in his hand.

It was a graceful longsword, its blade vibrating with the hum of concentrated draconic qi.

Before the Demonic Elder could recover—

SHIIIIING!!!

A solitary arc of sword light flashed out.

The Demonic Elder’s pupils narrowed in shock.

He barely managed to manifest a defensive barrier at the final millisecond.

BOOOOOOOM!!!!

The collision sounded like the death of a star.

The Demonic Elder was forced backward—

Three full paces!

His heels dug deep furrows into the frozen earth before he regained his balance, his Demonic Qi flickering erratically within his Meridians.

Bai Wei lowered his weapon, the tip of the blade tapping the air lightly, as if he were disappointed by the lack of resistance.

"Interfering with juniors' battles?"

He questioned with a sneer.

"Old man, have you no shame left?"

The Demonic Elder’s face contorted with rage.

"You—!"

The Bai Elder pressed on, his voice laced with heavy sarcasm:

"These two girls represent the pinnacle of their generation's talent. Yet you feel the need to intrude simply because your Saintess is falling behind?"

He cupped his ear in a theatrical gesture.

"Tell me, are your Demonic Cultivators this weak?"

The nearby demonic cultivators exploded in a chorus of anger.

"You dare—!"

"Bai dog!"

"Courting death!!"

The Demonic Elder’s bloodlust erupted.

His voice boomed across the field.

"Our Saintess is the foundation of the Hundred Sins Hall! Do you truly believe I would permit her demise just because your junior used a petty trick to catch her off guard?"

The Bai Elder let out a dismissive snort.

"Yeah, yeah! Even a mangy dog could fabricate a better excuse than that."

The Demonic Elder’s killing intent flared like a volcanic blast.

"You are courting death."

Bai Wei merely grinned, casually tapping the flat of his sword against his shoulder. "That's rich," he remarked softly.

"I was just about to say the same to you. How dare you attempt to harm Xueqing!"

Before the demonic elder could strike again—a massive roar shook the entire battlefield.

ROOOAAAARRRR!!!

This wasn't the cry of a beast.

It was the collective shout of thousands of Cultivators entering the fray.

The Demonic Cultivators stood paralyzed.

"...No way..."

"They—They are already here?!"

"Blast it! I haven't even claimed a single life yet."

From the eastern side, a sea of shadows surged forward—

The Bai Clan Reserve Unit had arrived on the scene.

The earth vibrated under their perfectly timed march, every footfall sounding like a beat of a war drum.

"RESERVE UNIT—ADVANCE!!"

"CRUSH EVERY DEMONIC CULTIVATOR IN FRONT OF YOU!"

Tens of thousands of voices answered in a singular roar, their collective battle intent piercing the clouds.

"MARCH! KILL THOSE DEMONIC CULTIVATORS!"

"This is the moment we've been waiting for!"

"Finally! You filthy Demonic Dogs—FEEL MY SWORD!"

"I didn't travel all this way just to be a spectator—SLAUGHTER THEM!!"

"FOR THE BAI CLAN!!"

The Reserve Unit crashed into the conflict like a collapsing mountain, sending shockwaves through the air.

Demonic cultivators were hurled backward by the sheer force of the impact.

The Bai Clan had kept their Reserve Unit—twenty percent of their finest warriors—in perfect formation, completely fresh and untouched by the Demonic Beasts.

And now, at this critical juncture...

They had finally entered the slaughter.

Bai Wei smiled with a cold edge.

"Demonic filth," he said, gesturing toward the horizon with his chin,

"you've already let your only opportunity slip away."

He leveled his sword at the demonic elder.

"Your ambush has failed. Now, you will pay the price in blood!"

He tilted his head in a mocking fashion.

He let out a low, sinister chuckle.

"You are all finished!"

The massacre commenced.

The momentum of the battle shifted in a heartbeat.

Just moments ago, the demonic forces were surging, laughing as they broke through scattered lines with bloodthirsty glee.

Now—they had become the prey.

BOOOOOM!!!

The initial impact of the Reserve Unit hit like a hammer of the gods.

A unified formation plowed through the demonic ranks, pulverizing bodies, shattering bones, and destroying their will to fight in one fell swoop.

Their cries of agony were buried under the thunderous rhythm of the Bai Clan’s march.

It was too late for them.

The Bai Clan elites—fully rested and fueled by righteous anger—descended upon them like hungry wolves among cornered sheep.

A spear-wielding cultivator impaled three demonic disciples with a single thrust, tossing their corpses aside like discarded dolls.

A unit of Bai Clan archers fired a volley—every arrow shimmering with dense spiritual radiance.

The sky transformed into a canopy of flying death.

Hundreds of demonic cultivators fell before they could even process the threat, their bodies pierced by glowing shafts.

The Bai formation remained tight and disciplined, moving like a well-oiled machine of war.

The demonic side fell into ruin—disorganized, terrified, and screaming no longer with bravado, but with pure horror.

The battlefield became a trembling sea of crimson.

The Bai Clan... had seized total command.

A total reversal.

A complete 180-degree shift.

From the brink of certain failure—to absolute supremacy.

The ground shook with the intensity of the slaughter.

Success seemed inevitable.

The Reserve Unit surged forward, their momentum obliterating everything in their path.

The sky grew dim, clouded by swirling qi.

The earth groaned under the weight of tens of thousands of marching feet.

The Bai Clan had turned this patch of earth into a living hell for their enemies.

But—

Far across the sweeping plains, the situation on the other flanks was nothing like this victory.