Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan! Chapter 415 Beast Tide Came to an End

Bai Chu maintained a tranquil expression as Mó Zūn finished speaking.

"There won't be a second chance," Bai Chu declared coldly. "Mó Zün, your escape ends here today."

For a brief interval, it truly appeared as if victory was certain.

Mó Zün suffered from grievous injuries.

The Half-Qilin had been completely incapacitated.

The majority of the Demonic Cultivators in the Immortal Realm lay either deceased or on the brink of death.

Control of the entire battlefield had shifted to the Desolate Heaven Empire.

However—

Mó Zun began to smirk.

It was a slow, deeply disturbing grin.

Bai Chu’s pupils contracted instantly.

The enemy was far too calm.

He was far too confident.

Before Bai Chu could take action, space rippled behind Mó Zūn, and several figures manifested at his side.

Bai Chu’s eyes narrowed in suspicion.

He had failed to detect their presence entirely.

(How long have they been standing there?)

Their abrupt arrival caught Bai Chu off guard.

Despite his intense focus on the duel with Mó Zün, his spiritual sense had been constantly scanning for outside interference.

Yet, he had sensed absolutely nothing until this very moment.

Furthermore, their faces were entirely unfamiliar to him.

Nonetheless, the aura they emitted was undeniable: they were Earth Immortals.

Having survived for many centuries and knowing that Earth Immortals were exceedingly rare, Bai Chu was acquainted with nearly every individual at that level.

Yet, these two newcomers bore no resemblance to anyone he recognized.

Two of the figures moved forward to protect Mó Zün. Bai Chu hoisted his blade, his Immortal Qi erupting as he prepared to engage them single-handedly.

The three forces clashed in an instant.

CLANG! CLANG!

Bai Chu fought with surgical precision, parrying and launching counter-attacks, but the pair of Earth Immortals relentlessy pressured him.

Every blow forced him to reposition; every deceptive movement threatened his balance.

The fatigue from executing the Fate Severing Slash began to take its toll. A burning sensation filled his arms,

and his reaction time slowed ever so slightly.

He was shoved backward step by step, his feet skidding through the air as he

struggled to maintain his footing.

Facing two Earth Immortals simultaneously, even a master like Bai Chu could not hold the advantage.

Bai Chu realized these opponents were more formidable than nearly any cultivator he had ever encountered—perhaps even more powerful than Mó Zün himself.

(Who exactly are they?)

Bai Chu wondered. It seemed impossible that he would not know of experts possessing such overwhelming strength.

Mó Zūn’s grin grew wider, his composure remaining unshaken. He retreated a step, allowing his new allies to manage Bai Chu with effortless efficiency.

A single command from Mó Zūn vibrated across the entire warzone.

"Withdraw!"

He ordered.

Mó Zun’s gaze lingered on Bai Chu for a final moment.

"Until we meet again!"

He spoke airily, his voice carrying a sinister threat masked by casual words.

As he disappeared into the horizon, Bai Chu was left standing alone and shaken, forced to deal with the two Earth Immortals who remained behind to ensure

no immediate pursuit could be made.

Bai Chu regained his composure, sword gripped tightly, as his robes snapped violently in the turbulent winds left by the retreating Mó Zün.

"Who are you? Why do you stand with Mó Zūn?"

Bai Chu questioned loudly.

".."

Silence was his only answer.

Once Mó Zün had vanished from sight, the two Earth Immortals also began their

withdrawal.

Whoosh!

Bai Chu opted not to give chase. He had yet to gauge the full extent of their power, and pursuing them alone would be a reckless gamble.

Furthermore, although the Demonic Cultivators had retreated, the Demonic Beasts—including those in the Immortal Realm—were still rampant on the field.

"Tsk!"

Bai Chu clicked his tongue in annoyance, frustrated that a perfect chance to eliminate Mó Zün had

slipped through his fingers.

More than his irritation, he felt a deep wariness toward the two enigmatic figures who had

interfered.

"Where on earth did those people come from?"

***

Chaos still reigned over the battlefield.

"Retreat!" The command from Mó Zun echoed through the air.

The Demonic Cultivators did not hesitate to obey.

Many had been desperately waiting for such an order, as they were being crushed by

the overwhelming might of the Desolate Heaven Empire.

The moment Mó Zün gave the word, they fled instantly.

However, escaping was no simple task. Bai Zihan and the Great Ascension Realm

cultivators tore through the ranks of the fleeing Demonic Cultivators, denying them an easy path to safety.

Within minutes, the remnants of the Demonic Cultivators were forced to run away like

beaten dogs.

Very few from the side opposing Bai Zihan managed to get away unscathed.

Those who did survive were often missing limbs.

Yet the conflict was far from over. The Demonic Cultivators were gone, but the Demonic Beasts still required

extermination.

For Bai Zihan, this was a prime opportunity to collect the remainder of his System Points.

Following the departure of the Demonic Cultivators, his attention naturally turned toward the Grade-9 Demonic Beasts.

With the human reinforcements now freed from fighting the cultists, the tide of battle shifted even more

in favor of the Desolate Heaven Empire.

The numerical advantage that the Demonic Beasts once enjoyed

was now turned against them.

Bai Zihan spearheaded the assault, as Great Ascension Realm cultivators unleashed precise and catastrophic strikes.

Their battle formations moved through the lesser Demonic Beasts like a blade through dry grass.

Even without using their full potential, the dominance of the humans was clear.

In the center of the fray, the Half-Qilin—their commander—stood broken and bloodied.

Its arms were gone and its chest was shredded, yet its massive frame still pulsed with

unyielding fury.

"Human! Do not think for a moment that I will fall easily!"

It bellowed, the roar vibrating through the very earth. Despite its mangled state, it

refused to show fear or flee.

Even in its crippled condition, its Demonic Qi surged violently—a raw power of destruction aimed

at anyone bold enough to get close.

Bai Ren, Zhao Wujin, and Yu Xuande were still finding it difficult to finish off the dying

Half-Qilin.

No matter how many wounds it took, its hide remained incredibly durable, rendering most attacks

ineffective.

However, Bai Chu and the other Immortals who had finished their bouts with the Demonic Cultivators soon arrived to help.

The Half-Qilin struggled with every remaining scrap of its life force, clawing and biting at the air.

But against a concentrated group of Immortal Realm cultivators, even a beast of legend could not prevail.

Its Demonic Qi flickered out and died, leaving behind nothing but a shattered, cold corpse.

With their leader dead, the surviving Demonic Beasts fell into a panic. Many attempted to run, while others fought until their final breath.

The Immortals redirected their focus to the remaining high-level Demonic Beasts, executing them

with cold efficiency.

The weaker creatures were wiped out in an instant. A single blow from an Immortal could

slaughter hundreds, including Grade-10 Demonic Beasts.

Possessing an absolute advantage, the Desolate Heaven Empire managed to slay nearly 80

% of the Demonic Beasts within an hour, while the survivors fled into the distance.

The Beast Tide had finally been suppressed!