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

Bai Chu maintained a stoic expression as Mó Zün concluded his speech.

"A second chance will not be granted," Bai Chu declared coldly. "Mó Zün, your escape ends here today."

For a fleeting moment, victory appeared certain.

Mó Zün was battered by severe injuries.

The Half-Qilin had been effectively crippled.

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

The Desolate Heaven Empire held absolute dominion over the battlefield.

However—

A smile spread across Mó Zün’s face.

It was a slow, haunting grin that evoked a deep sense of unease.

Bai Chu’s pupils contracted instantly.

The enemy was far too composed.

Far too confident.

Before Bai Chu could make a move, space rippled behind Mó Zün. Several figures materialized at his side.

Bai Chu’s gaze sharpened.

He had failed to detect their approach entirely.

(How long have they been lurking there?)

Their abrupt arrival caught Bai Chu off guard.

Even while fully engaged in his duel with Mó Zün, he had kept his spiritual sense alert for any outside interference.

Yet, until this very second, he had sensed nothing.

Furthermore, their faces were entirely unfamiliar to him.

Despite this, the pressure they emitted was unmistakable: they were Earth Immortals.

Having survived through many eras, Bai Chu was acquainted with nearly every Earth Immortal in existence, given how rare they were.

Yet, these two newcomers did not match any master he recognized.

The pair stepped forward to shield Mó Zün. Bai Chu hoisted his blade, his Immortal Qi erupting as he prepared to engage them single-handedly.

The trio clashed with a violent explosion of power.

CLANG! CLANG!

Bai Chu fought with surgical precision, parrying their strikes and launching counterattacks, but the two Earth Immortals maintained a relentless assault.

Every blow they landed forced him to reposition; every deceptive move disturbed his rhythm.

The fatigue from executing the Fate Severing Slash began to take its toll. His muscles burned with exhaustion,

and his reflexes grew marginally slower.

He was forced back step by step, his boots carving tracks through the air as he

struggled to maintain his stance.

Even a master like Bai Chu found it impossible to dictate the flow of battle against two Earth Immortals simultaneously.

He quickly realized that these opponents possessed strength surpassing almost any cultivator he had ever encountered—perhaps even exceeding that of Mó Zün himself.

(Who are these people?)

Bai Chu pondered in shock. It seemed impossible that cultivators of such caliber could remain unknown to him.

Mó Zün’s grin grew wider, his composure entirely restored. He retreated a few paces, allowing his protectors to suppress Bai Chu with effortless coordination.

With a simple wave of his hand, Mó Zün’s voice thundered across the plains.

"Withdraw!"

He gave the order.

Mó Zün’s eyes lingered on Bai Chu for a final moment.

"Until we meet again!"

He spoke softly, his casual tone belying the underlying malice in his words.

He soared into the heavens and vanished, leaving a reeling Bai Chu to deal with the two Earth Immortals who remained behind to block any immediate pursuit.

Bai Chu braced himself, gripping his sword tightly while his robes snapped fiercely in the turbulent winds left in Mó Zün’s wake.

"Identify yourselves! Why do you stand with Mó Zün?"

Bai Chu shouted.

"..."

His demand was met with absolute silence.

Once Mó Zün had disappeared from the horizon, the two mysterious Earth Immortals also began their

retreat.

Whoosh!

Bai Chu chose not to give chase. He had yet to gauge the full extent of their capabilities, and pursuing them alone was a risk he couldn't afford.

Furthermore, although the Demonic Cultivators had fled, the battlefield was still infested with Demonic Beasts—some of which reached the Immortal Realm.

"Tsk!"

Bai Chu clicked his tongue in irritation, vexed that a perfect chance to eliminate Mó Zün had slipped through his fingers.

Beyond his anger, he felt a deep wariness toward the two enigmas who had

interfered.

"Where on earth did those two come from?"

***

Chaos still reigned over the land.

"Retreat!" The command from Mó Zün echoed throughout the warzone.

The Demonic Cultivators required no further encouragement.

Many had been desperately waiting for the signal to flee, as they were being crushed by the might of the Desolate Heaven Empire.

The moment the order was given, they scrambled to leave.

However, escaping was no simple feat. Bai Zihan, flanked by Great Ascension Realm

experts, tore through the retreating ranks, showing no mercy to the fleeing enemy.

In a matter of minutes, the remaining Demonic Cultivators were running for their lives like beaten dogs.

Very few of those facing Bai Zihan managed to get away unscathed.

Most who did escape left a limb or two behind.

Yet, the conflict was not over. The Demonic Cultivators had retreated, but the Demonic Beasts still needed to be

purged.

For Bai Zihan, this was the perfect opportunity to harvest the remaining System Points he needed.

Once the cultists had fled, his focus immediately shifted toward the Grade-9 Demonic Beasts.

With the human cultivators no longer occupied by their demonic counterparts, the tide of battle shifted even further toward the

Desolate Heaven Empire.

The Demonic Beasts now faced the full brunt of the human reinforcements who were previously tied down in combat.

The sheer numerical advantage once held by the beasts had been completely reversed.

Bai Zihan spearheaded the offensive, while Great Ascension Realm cultivators unleashed precise and cataclysmic techniques.

Their battle formations sliced through the lower-ranked Demonic Beasts like a blade through grass.

Even without exerting their full strength, the dominance of the humans was clear.

At the heart of the fray, the Half-Qilin—their vanguard—stood broken and bloodied.

Its front legs were gone and its chest was a mess of torn flesh, yet its massive frame still pulsed with

unyielding fury.

"Humans! Do not think I shall fall so easily!"

It bellowed, the roar vibrating through the very earth. Despite its gruesome condition, it showed no signs of fear or intent to flee.

Even in its crippled state, its Demonic Qi surged violently, acting as a shield of pure destruction against anyone who approached.

Bai Ren, Zhao Wujin, and Yu Xuande continued to struggle against the dying

Half-Qilin.

Despite its wounds, its hide remained incredibly durable, rendering most attacks ineffective.

However, Bai Chu and the other Immortals soon arrived to assist after finishing their bouts with the cultists.

The Half-Qilin fought back with every remaining spark of its life force, clawing and biting at the air.

But against a concentrated group of Immortal Realm masters, even a beast of legend could not endure.

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

With their leader dead, the surviving Demonic Beasts descended into panic. Some attempted to flee while others fought to the death.

The Immortals moved through the high-level beasts, executing them with clinical

efficiency.

The weaker monsters were wiped out instantly. A single wave from an Immortal could

obliterate hundreds of enemies, including Grade-10 Demonic Beasts.

With this overwhelming power, the Desolate Heaven Empire eradicated nearly 80% of the beast horde within an hour, while the survivors scattered in terror.

The Great Beast Tide had finally been suppressed!