Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan! Chapter 391 Immortals Take Their Positions

The aura radiating from the half-Qilin was a level of suppression none of them had ever encountered.

Even the cultivators of the Immortal Realm felt a creeping sense of dread.

Possessing a cultivation at the absolute summit of the Earth Immortal Realm—combined with its formidable bloodline—it was certain that no individual present could face the half-Qilin in a solo duel with any hope of victory.

Minister Xiu was caught off guard; he hadn't expected the commander of such a massive Beast Tide to be this terrifying.

He swiftly issued commands and dispatched frantic reports to the Imperial Palace, detailing the half-Qilin’s arrival and demanding immediate reinforcements—specifically more Immortal Realm experts.

"This is not a foe we can engage while trying to conserve our energy," he muttered.

He and his peers had previously assumed their gathered forces were invincible. Such a grand assembly was capable of toppling a neighboring empire in a matter of days, after all.

More than half of the Desolate Heaven Empire's total military might was concentrated on this single battlefield.

They had initially worried the deployment was overkill, even if Demonic Cultivators were part of the threat.

Yet, reality had defied their expectations: the Beast Tide was spearheaded by a Demonic Beast with Qilin ancestry, perched on the very threshold of the Golden Immortal Realm.

"Surrender now, and you might keep your lives," the half-Qilin stated with chilling composure.

"Choose to resist, and not a single soul among you will survive until dawn."

The ultimatum hung heavily in the air.

The burden of the next move fell upon the humans.

However, who would dare to be the first to speak?

Under normal circumstances, many would have jumped at the chance to showcase their bravery and build prestige before the assembled elites of the Desolate Heaven Empire.

But in this moment?

Stepping forward meant instantly becoming the primary target of the half-Qilin's wrath.

Risking one's life against such a monster just for the sake of reputation was a foolish trade.

Still, silence could not last forever.

If no one spoke, they would all be branded as cowards in the eyes of the world.

"Arrogant words for a mere beast!"

A clear, resonant voice cut through the tension of the battlefield.

"Do you truly believe we are your underlings, like those mindless Demonic Beasts behind you?" Every gaze shifted toward the source of this bold defiance.

It was Bai Ren!

He wasn't the most powerful Immortal Realm cultivator there, nor was he the strongest among the Bai Clan's Immortals.

But when he spoke, the Grand Elders of the Bai Clan showed no sign of disapproval.

In fact, this role suited his personality perfectly.

Standing tall with a relaxed, almost mocking air, Bai Ren stared directly into the half-Qilin's eyes without a trace of fear.

"If you want a fight, let's have it. Why waste breath on this nonsense about surrendering?

If you're terrified, then turn around and crawl back to the hole you came from."

The entire battlefield seemed to hold its breath as Bai Ren continued to goad the Half-Qilin.

Everyone had to admit that Bai Ren had nerves of steel.

Who else would dare to address a mythical creature in such a disrespectful manner?

Only someone like Bai Ren could pull it off.

Surprisingly, the half-Qilin did not explode in rage.

It didn't even let out a roar.

Instead, its massive eyes narrowed, radiating a cold, detached calm.

"Very well," it replied tonelessly.

"That is your answer."

Its eyes swept over the human ranks.

"You have only him to blame for this foolish choice. None of you shall leave this place alive today!"

As those words faded, the half-Qilin threw back its head.

The battlefield instantly turned into a scene of carnage.

With a bone-shaking roar, it gave the signal.

Hundreds of thousands of Demonic Beasts charged forward as one.

The earth trembled under the weight of the advancing Beast Tide; claws shredded the soil as howls tore through the atmosphere like a released tempest.

Simultaneously—

Mó Zūn lifted his hand.

"Attack!"

The order was brief and final.

The Demonic Cultivators surged like a black wave, their Demonic Qi erupting without restraint as they joined the onslaught.

*Gulp!*

Confronted by the combined invasion of Demonic Beasts and Demonic Cultivators—both led by Immortal Realm entities—the soldiers of the Desolate Heaven Empire felt a cold grip of terror on their hearts.

A single strike from such beings would mean certain death before they could even blink.

Bai Ren’s voice boomed once more, steady and loud.

"Don't let this trash intimidate you!"

He looked across the ranks of the Desolate Heaven Empire’s army.

"Maintain your positions and do exactly what you've been trained to do!"

A confident smirk played on his lips.

"We will deal with the dangerous ones."

His confidence acted as a spark for their morale.

"So what if they have Immortals? We have them too!"

"They've already been defeated twice. Today, we'll teach them a third lesson!"

"Cowards! I hope you don't turn tail and run so fast this time!"

...

The army of the Desolate Heaven Empire charged forward, clashing head-on with the two invading forces.

The collision plunged the battlefield into the same chaotic violence as before.

The Immortals did not join the fray immediately.

For the moment, the ground war was left to those at the Great Ascension Realm and below, mirroring the previous two engagements.

It was a brutal scene of slaughter, but with one major difference.

This time, the Demonic Cultivators were engaged from the start, while the Reserve Unit fought alongside the main vanguard.

Three massive tides crashed together.

The cultivators of the Desolate Heaven Empire against the Demonic Beasts and the Demonic Cultivators.

The area was instantly transformed into a bloody meat grinder.

Shouts of anger and screams of agony filled the air. Magical techniques exploded in rapid succession, scarring the earth and shattering the sky.

In the heart of this madness, a figure moved with the grace of a hurricane.

Bai Zihan!

His eyes sparked with thrill, a thin smile on his face as he carved through a pack of Demonic Beasts.

He chuckled softly as he maneuvered through the chaos.

With the Reserve Units handling the Demonic Cultivators, he was free to focus on Grade-9 Demonic Beasts and accumulate System Points once again.

Bai Zihan plunged into the thickest groups of Grade-9 Demonic Beasts, his strikes precise and lethal.

Every blow found its mark. Every kill was carried out with maximum efficiency. His blade moved like a flash of freezing light, painting a trail of blood through the Beast Tide.

The surrounding Demonic Beasts roared in frustration, feeling the immense threat he posed.

Several beasts lunged at him simultaneously, their killing intent flaring.

Bai Zihan met them with open arms.

However, no matter how many he slaughtered, it wouldn't change the final outcome, because the true battle wasn't happening here.

The result of the Immortal-level combat would decide the war. The Immortals of the Desolate Heaven Empire were the first to make their move.

Bai Ren took flight, his eyes locked onto a familiar face among the enemy ranks.

Gou You!

Dark, suffocating Demonic Qi swirled around the man like predatory snakes.

Even among the Immortal Realm Demonic Cultivators, Gou You was recognized as one of the most perilous.

Bai Ren let out a soft laugh.

"We meet again!"

Though two years had passed, in the lifespan of an Immortal, such a meeting was considered quite recent.

For Immortal Realm cultivators who rarely cross paths, even a decade is but a brief interval—let alone a mere two years.

Gou You fixed his gaze on Bai Ren, marking him as his target.

Without a word, Bai Ren ascended into the sky. Immortal Qi burst forth from his body as he launched himself at Gou You like a bolt of light.

The moment their domains clashed, the very fabric of space began to warp.

At that same moment, a much more formidable presence began to move.

Mó Zün!

The leader of the Demonic Cultivators stood placidly amidst the carnage, his hands tucked behind his back as if the war was beneath his notice.

Then—

A figure blocked his path.

Bai Chu!

He was the most powerful of the Bai Clan's five Grand Elders.

Among all the Immortal Realm experts present, there was perhaps no one who would dare claim they were stronger than him.

Their eyes met in a silent stare-down.

No words were spoken.

None were required.

As Bai Chu took a single step, his Immortal Qi rose like a tidal wave, clashing directly against Mó Zūn's Demonic Qi.

The confrontation between them was quiet—

Yet it was infinitely more terrifying than the loud explosions occurring below.

Meanwhile, the ground shook with violent tremors.

A massive shadow eclipsed the sun.

The half-Qilin began its advance.

Every stride it took caused the earth to shudder, while Immortal Qi and bestial pressure radiated outward in suffocating waves.

Its sheer presence forced countless lower-level cultivators to their knees.

To face this monster, three figures rose into the sky.

The Grand Elder of the Li Clan.

The Grand Elder of the Zhao Clan.

And the Ancestor of the Imperial Family.

All three were Earth Immortal Realm experts. Each one was a bastion of age, wisdom, and immense power. Individually, none of them could hope to restrain the half-Qilin.

But together, they had a fighting chance at victory.

The half-Qilin’s eyes flashed with a hint of amusement. Three Earth Immortals.

This would be... entertaining.

As for the other Immortal Realm threats—

They were certainly dangerous.

But compared to the likes of Gou You, Mó Zūn, and the half-Qilin, they were secondary concerns. Other Immortal Realm cultivators from the Desolate Heaven Empire moved to intercept them, preventing them from wreaking havoc on the troops below or interfering with the three main duels.

The war had been fractured.

Battlefields existed within battlefields.

High above, Immortals traded blows that could rewrite the geography of the land. Below, Demonic Beasts and Demonic Cultivators hammered against the defensive lines, met by cultivators who—despite their exhaustion and fear—ordered themselves to stand firm.

One reality was now evident to everyone.

This was no longer a skirmish.

This was no longer a simple probe.

This was a total, all-out war.

And only one side would be left standing when the dust finally settled.