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 suffocating weight of the pressure was notably lighter this time around.

No Immortals descended from the heavens to strike.

The battlefield was not crushed 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 the change, no one let down their guard.

Following the previous events, the Desolate Heaven Empire reacted with lightning speed—meeting power with power. Formations were triggered in rapid succession as experts took their stances, their faces etched with grim determination.

The entire force was on high alert!

They remained mindful that these Demonic Cultivators possessed techniques to mask their presence, capable of deceiving even Immortals.

Should the enemy attempt the same deception, the empire had to be prepared for an instantaneous response.

And yet—the unexpected never materialized.

The Demonic Beasts initiated the charge.

The Demonic Cultivators followed in their wake.

A direct collision occurred with the imperial forces, and as blows were traded—

The theater of war transformed into a scene of carnage.

Demonic Beasts were slaughtered in massive numbers, their cries silenced by blades and irresistible might.

Demonic Cultivators were hunted without mercy, their remains littering the scarred earth.

Naturally, the Desolate Heaven Empire did not escape unscathed.

Blood was shed among their ranks as well.

But when compared to the losses of the enemy—

The disparity was undeniable.

Moving across the field like a god of death, Bai Zihan was unstoppable.

Grade-9 Demonic Beasts were utterly helpless against him.

Sword light erupted wherever he stepped, causing space to vibrate as gargantuan corpses hit the ground one after another.

In his eyes, they had ceased to be threats; they were merely prey.

As the conflict subsided, Bai Zihan stood amidst the dissipating Demonic Qi, letting out a quiet breath.

A sense of contentment washed over him.

He felt that his choice to stay behind had been vindicated.

From this single engagement, he had secured over 15,000 points—implying the death of more than 150 Grade-9 Demonic Beasts at his hand.

That achievement was a statement in itself.

Furthermore, this was only the beginning.

In the days that followed, the assaults persisted.

Repeated strikes were launched by Demonic Cultivators and Demonic Beasts—yet the Immortals remained absent.

The Half-Qilin was also nowhere to be seen.

Whether they were biding their time to launch a surprise attack or the Half-Qilin was still mending its wounds, nobody could say for certain.

Regardless, the situation was ideal for Bai Zihan.

He continued to participate in every skirmish, methodically harvesting points.

It soon became apparent to every observer—

The ranks of the Demonic Beasts were thinning.

The Grade-9 Demonic Beasts, in particular, were suffering.

Their numbers were plummeting at a startling rate.

Jokes began to circulate, born of both admiration and shock.

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

It hardly felt like a jest, seeing how relentlessly Bai Zihan pursued them, as if settling an old debt.

Bai Zihan, however, remained indifferent to the talk.

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

Even Grade-10 Demonic Beasts were manageable. He had already dispatched at least five of them when they attempted to intercept him.

Nevertheless, he favored hunting Grade-9 targets for the sake of efficiency and rapid point accumulation.

Additionally, it seemed the warnings from Bai Tianheng and the words of Minister Xiu had been effective. The Zhao and Li Clans, along with the Azure Holy Sun Sect, no longer dared to repeat their previous schemes.

It was also possible they had simply realized that Bai Zihan’s strength rendered their petty maneuvers useless.

The Demonic Cultivators seemed to reach a similar conclusion.

Once Bai Zihan had slain three Elders of the Great Ascension Realm, they understood they were outmatched.

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

Everything appeared to be progressing perfectly for Bai Zihan as he accumulated points without hindrance.

Two weeks had passed since the initial clashes between the Desolate Heaven Empire and the demonic horde. Aside from the moment the Half-Qilin appeared, the empire had enjoyed a smooth campaign.

In every other encounter, the demonic side had endured far greater casualties.

By this point, nearly 40% of the initial demonic forces had been wiped out, while the empire’s losses sat around 25-30%.

As for the Demonic Beasts, though many had fallen, their total count remained a mystery.

It was hard to tell if their overall numbers were truly dwindling—though Grade-9 beasts were noticeably scarce because of one man.

Confidence grew among the ranks, with many believing the final victory was near.

That was—

Until the Half-Qilin chose to reveal itself once more.

Its previous wounds had vanished, fully mended. Its gaze, filled with frigid malice, was fixed upon the combatants below.

And it did not arrive alone.

Behind it, a parade of Immortal-realm Demonic Beasts emerged.

Their numbers exceeded the previous encounter.

Their combined auras shook the firmament, casting the battlefield into a heavy, deathly silence. It was obvious—the demonic faction was no longer holding back.

Mó Zun stepped forward with his trademark indifference, flanked by his entourage of Immortal-realm Demonic Cultivators.

Their mere presence caused the hearts of the cultivators below to plummet, their bodies stiffening with dread.

However—the Desolate Heaven Empire did not break.

They were ready.

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

Reinforcements had arrived days prior—a total of five Immortals, including an additional Earth Immortal.

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

The other sects and clans provided no further aid, having already committed the bulk of their power; any more would leave their own lands defenseless.

Despite their preparations, a sense of anxiety pervaded the imperial forces.

The memory of the Half-Qilin’s power was fresh.

Their previous success had relied on the beast’s arrogance and Bai Ren’s possession of a Saint-grade sword.

Now that the creature was wary, could they replicate that feat?

Curiously, the Grand Elders of the Bai Clan appeared rather spirited.

"Haha! It seems they won't be satisfied until they've lost their lives!"

Bai Ren remarked with a hint of amusement.

"In that case, let us grant their wish."

Bai Chu answered, his gaze locked firmly onto Mó Zūn.

The Grand Elders of the Bai Clan had no intention of allowing their rivals to depart unscathed today.

Today was the day of their demise~