Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan! Chapter 404 Third Clash Ends

Bai Zihan remained standing, though his balance was precarious. He leaned slightly on Chu Ziyan for support, yet his gaze had already regained its piercing intensity.

There was no longer a reason to pull back; they were surrounded by friendly forces and positioned safely near the rear guard.

In truth, he simply didn't want to be carried by Chu Ziyan any longer, even if his legs were still too weak to walk away on his own.

Consequently, Bai Zihan chose to simply watch.

The field of combat had transformed into a literal charnel house.

Demonic Cultivators were falling in waves.

Demonic Beasts let out furious roars before being shredded by flashes of sword light, arcs of saber Qi, and devastating techniques.

The soil was drenched in blood.

Vast Qi storms churned the heavens above.

Despite the carnage, Bai Zihan felt no sense of triumph.

He felt only bitterness.

"Tch!"

His hands tightened into fists.

While his Qi was gradually replenishing, the rate was far too slow.

In his current state, even taking down a Soul Formation Demonic Cultivator would prove a challenge.

It wasn't the physical agony that frustrated him most.

It was his inability to personally slay those Grade-9 Demonic Beasts. He was missing out on earning more points.

He watched as an Elder of the Bai Clan tore through a pack of Demonic Beasts, turning their massive forms into a red mist.

Those kills should have belonged to him.

Everything should have been his!

Exhaling a long breath, Bai Zihan suppressed his irritation.

(Dwelling on it changes nothing.)

The conflict had not reached its conclusion.

He shifted his focus elsewhere.

In the distance, two specific battles would determine the ultimate fate of this war.

The first involved Mó Zün and Bai Chu.

The sky itself seemed to warp under the pressure of their exchange.

Sword intent clashed violently with Demonic Qi, neither combatant yielding an inch of ground.

Every blow they traded possessed enough power to wipe out countless Cultivators, yet they remained trapped in a stalemate.

Since their power levels were perfectly matched, gaining the upper hand would be an arduous task for either warrior.

Then—

He redirected his attention to the second theater of war.

The Half-Qilin!

Despite the massive gash inflicted by a Saint-Grade Sword—

Despite the crimson tide flowing ceaselessly from its flank—

The primordial creature remained an engine of terror.

Its cry reverberated through the firmament.

The earth fractured beneath its heavy tread.

Wrapped in wreaths of lightning and flame, the beast charged relentlessly.

Opposing it were three powerful figures.

Bai Ren, Zhao Wujin, and Yu Xuande.

Even with their combined strength, they were being forced to retreat.

The Half-Qilin slammed its massive talons into the dirt.

Boom!

A violent shockwave radiated from the impact.

Yu Xuande narrowly evaded the brunt of it, but blood sprayed from his lips as the force sent him tumbling backward.

Bai Zihan’s face darkened with concern.

(How can it still be this powerful...?)

Even while broken.

Even after being pierced by a Saint-Grade Sword.

The Half-Qilin was still dominating three experts of the Great Ascension Realm.

Worse yet—

They didn't have the luxury of making a mistake.

A single direct strike from that Half-Qilin—

Would result in instant death.

It would be a repeat of Li Zhenhe’s fate.

There would be no recovery. No way out.

Bai Zihan kept his eyes locked on that second battlefield.

Unlike the deadlocked struggle between Bai Chu and Mó Zun, this fight was evolving—slowly, but clearly.

Bai Ren was holding the line.

While no individual wound appeared fatal, the minor injuries were accumulating, and it was obvious the Half-Qilin’s stamina was waning.

The sheer volume of blood lost by the Half-Qilin could no longer be dismissed.

With every motion, fresh torrents spilled over its scales. Its breath had become labored and heavy.

If Bai Ren and his companions maintained their strategy, victory was possible.

However, that required them to stay alive—and to fight without error.

ROOOOOAR!

A sky-shattering howl tore through the air, dispersing the clouds and vibrating across the blood-stained earth.

The Half-Qilin pulled back, its eyes burning with a mixture of rage and wounded pride.

"Humans!"

The creature’s voice rumbled, distorted by its beastly nature but dripping with fury.

"You dare to use such schemes... such refined tools against me!"

Fire snorted from its nose as bolts of lightning danced around its horns.

"I shall remember this insult!"

The threat hung in the air like a dark omen.

Then—

It began to withdraw.

There was no sign of panic.

There was no rushed movement.

Instead, it moved with a chilling composure.

The Half-Qilin turned around, its every step heavy and purposeful. The massive creature retreated with a majestic air, like a monarch departing from a battlefield at his own whim.

The suffocating aura it projected never wavered.

And not a soul moved to block its path.

Because no one possessed the strength to do so. Bai Ren watched the departure in silence, his blade dipping only slightly.

He desired nothing more than to pin the Half-Qilin down—to wear it out until its life force finally vanished.

But he was a realist.

He, along with Zhao Wujin and Yu Xuande, had reached their breaking points.

Their reserves of Qi were dangerously depleted.

Their bodies were at their limits, masked only by a forced sense of calm.

Attempting to stop the Half-Qilin now wouldn't be an act of bravery.

It would be a death sentence.

If they pushed their luck—

They would perish.

It was a simple, brutal truth.

Mó Zun observed the Half-Qilin’s exit, followed by the remaining hordes of Demonic Beasts.

"Tch!"

The sound was sharp and laced with annoyance.

Mó Zun looked back at Bai Chu, resting his saber casually against his shoulder.

"Bai Chu," he uttered coldly, a mocking smirk playing on his lips, "you are fortunate today."

Then, his voice boomed across the entire expanse, saturated with Demonic Qi.

"All Demonic Cultivators—withdraw immediately!"

The command was final. Without the Half-Qilin to occupy Bai Ren, Zhao Wujin, and Yu Xuande,

lingering on the field meant only one thing—

Obliteration!

The demonic armies began their retreat, their ranks fracturing as they fled at maximum speed.

Bai Chu’s eyes glinted with intensity.

"You believe I will permit your escape?"

His sword intent flared up with tyrannical, heaven-shaking power.

If he could keep Mó Zun pinned down—

If he could prevent his flight—

Once the reinforcements arrived, the leader of the Demonic Cultivators could be exhausted and executed.

Bai Chu lunged forward, his blade glowing with power.

But then—

The heavens trembled.

The Half-Qilin, though already at a distance, raised its head.

Its chest expanded significantly.

Flames, lightning, and primordial beastly Qi coalesced into a single point of light.

Bai Chu’s eyes narrowed instantly.

"Curse it—!"

He realized the Half-Qilin was targeting him specifically.

The beast fired its attack.

A massive beam of fused lightning and fire sliced through the atmosphere, crossing a vast distance to strike directly at Bai Chu.

There was no window to evade.

Bai Chu stopped his charge and gripped his sword with both hands.

A burst of sword intent erupted from him.

Boom—!!!

The impact fractured the air.

Space itself buckled as Bai Chu was forced into a total defensive stance, his sword weaving layers of intent to neutralize the monstrous long-range blast.

The ground beneath his feet shattered and dipped.

By the time the tremors subsided—

Mó Zūn had already vanished, his form fading away with the retreating Demonic Cultivators.

He didn't spare a single glance back.

Bai Chu lowered his weapon slowly, his face etched with cold dissatisfaction. "How on earth did Mó Zūn get the Half-Qilin to cooperate?" The fact that the Half-Qilin was assisting Mó Zün was utterly nonsensical.

Taming Demonic Beasts was impossible, especially a creature as ancient as a Half-Qilin.

Fortunately, the blast the Half-Qilin used this time was not as lethal as the one that hit Li Zhenhe; otherwise, even Bai Chu might have failed to block it.

However, it had successfully bought Mó Zun the time he needed to flee.

The demonic legions were pulling out.

The towering silhouette of the Half-Qilin finally disappeared beyond the horizon, and the crushing pressure finally lifted from the field.

With that, the Third Clash had finally reached its end!