Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan! Chapter 410 The Return of the Half-Qilin

As Demonic Qi surged once again, alarms blared throughout the encampment.

However, the crushing pressure felt significantly weaker this time.

No Immortals descended from the heavens to strike.

The battlefield was not suppressed by the overwhelming aura of the Half-Qilin.

Instead, only Grade-10 Demonic Beasts and Demonic Cultivators of the Great Ascension Realm emerged from the shadows to advance.

Despite this, the defenders remained vigilant.

The Desolate Heaven Empire reacted instantly to the previous events—matching the enemy's strength with their own. Formations were activated in rapid succession as grim-faced experts moved into their defensive ranks.

They were on high alert!

The memory of these Demonic Cultivators using techniques to mask their presence—even from the senses of Immortals—remained fresh in their minds.

Should that deception be repeated, they needed to be prepared for an immediate response.

Nevertheless, the expected trickery did not occur.

The Demonic Beasts initiated the charge.

The Demonic Cultivators followed in their wake.

A direct collision with the empire's forces ensued, and as blows were traded—

The field of battle transformed into a scene of carnage.

Demonic Beasts were slaughtered in massive numbers, their roars silenced by sharp blades and superior power.

The Demonic Cultivators were hunted without mercy, their corpses littering the devastated terrain.

Naturally, the Desolate Heaven Empire did not escape unscathed.

Blood was shed among their ranks as well.

Yet, when compared to the losses of the enemy—

The disparity was undeniable.

Bai Zihan swept across the battlefield like a god of death.

Grade-9 Demonic Beasts were utterly powerless against him.

Space vibrated and sword light erupted wherever he moved, causing massive creatures to fall one after another.

In his eyes, these were no longer formidable foes, but merely prey.

As the conflict subsided, Bai Zihan stood amidst the thinning Demonic Qi and took a quiet breath.

He felt a sense of accomplishment.

Choosing to remain behind had clearly been the correct path.

From this single engagement, he had amassed over 15,000 points—implying he had personally slain more than 150 Grade-9 Demonic Beasts.

That feat by itself was incredible.

And it was merely the opening act.

The assaults persisted from that day forward.

Repeated strikes were launched by Demonic Cultivators and Demonic Beasts—yet the Immortals failed to reappear.

The Half-Qilin was also nowhere to be seen.

It was a mystery whether they were waiting for a moment to catch the empire off guard, or if the Half-Qilin was still mending its wounds.

Regardless of the reason, the situation was ideal for Bai Zihan.

He moved from one skirmish to the next, efficiently harvesting points.

Soon, a pattern became obvious to all observers—

The ranks of the Demonic Beasts were thinning out.

Specifically, the Grade-9 Demonic Beasts were disappearing.

Their numbers were plummeting at a shocking rate.

Some observers began to remark, caught between admiration and shock:

"If he keeps this up... Bai Zihan might actually hunt the Grade-9 Demonic Beasts into extinction."

Given the way Bai Zihan pursued them as if settling a personal debt, the statement didn't feel like an exaggeration.

Bai Zihan paid little mind to such talk.

He focused on farming points, and with his refined Cultivation and improved techniques, Grade-9 Demonic Beasts posed no threat.

Even Grade-10 Demonic Beasts were manageable; he had already eliminated at least five that had attempted to target him.

He still preferred the Grade-9 ones, however, as they provided a quicker and easier source of points.

Furthermore, it appeared that the warnings from Minister Xiu and the threats from Bai Tianheng had taken root. The Azure Holy Sun Sect and the Zhao and Li Clans did not dare to repeat their previous schemes.

It was also possible they simply realized that Bai Zihan’s strength rendered their petty plots useless and decided to desist.

The Demonic Cultivators reacted similarly.

After Bai Zihan executed three Great Ascension Realm Elders, they seemed to accept that they were outmatched.

No Demonic Cultivator dared to cross his path, leaving Bai Zihan to slaughter the Demonic Beasts at his leisure.

Everything was proceeding smoothly for Bai Zihan as he accumulated points without interference.

Two weeks had passed since the initial clash between the demonic host and the Desolate Heaven Empire. Aside from the Half-Qilin's first appearance, things had gone exceptionally well for the empire.

In every other encounter, the demonic forces had taken much heavier damage.

By this point, nearly 40% of the initial Demonic Cultivator force had been wiped out, while the Desolate Heaven Empire had lost roughly 25-30%.

As for the Demonic Beasts, while many had perished, their exact remaining numbers were a mystery.

It was hard to tell if their total population was truly dwindling—though Grade-9 Demonic Beasts were noticeably scarce because of one man.

Confidence grew among the ranks, with many believing that a final victory was within reach.

That was—

Until the Half-Qilin finally chose to return.

Its previous wounds had vanished, completely healed. Cold rage burned in its eyes as it stared down at the battlefield.

It had not returned alone.

One by one, Immortal-realm Demonic Beasts stepped out behind it.

Their numbers exceeded the previous encounter.

Their collective auras shook the very foundations of the world, silencing the battlefield with the weight of death. It was obvious that the demonic side was no longer holding any power in reserve.

Mó Zūn stepped forward with his typical cold indifference, flanked by his entourage of Immortal-realm Demonic Cultivators.

The mere sight of them caused the hearts of many cultivators below to sink as their bodies stiffened in fear.

However, the Desolate Heaven Empire did not succumb to panic.

They had prepared for this.

Following the earlier catastrophe, Minister Xiu had dispatched urgent pleas to the capital for aid.

Reinforcements had arrived days ago—a group of five Immortals, including an extra Earth Immortal.

This was the maximum force the empire could muster on such short notice.

The other sects and clans provided no further help, having already committed the bulk of their power; sending more would have left their own homes defenseless.

Despite these preparations, a sense of dread permeated the Desolate Heaven Empire's ranks.

They were well aware of the Half-Qilin's terrifying power.

Their previous success had relied on the creature's arrogance and Bai Ren's use of a Saint-grade sword.

Now that the beast was on guard, could they possibly wound it a second time?

In contrast to the general anxiety, the Grand Elders of the Bai Clan seemed almost eager.

"Haha! It appears they won't stop until they've lost their lives!"

Bai Ren remarked with a dark sense of humor.

"In that case, let's grant them their wish," Bai Chu answered, his gaze fixed firmly on Mó Zūn.

The Grand Elders of the Bai Clan had no intention of allowing their enemies to escape today.

Today would be the day of their demise~