Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan!

Chapter 391 Immortals Take Their Positions

The pressure exuded by the half-Qilin was something none of them had ever faced before.

Even the Immortal Realm cultivators couldnʼt help but feel a hint of unease.

With its cultivation at the very peak of the Earth Immortal Realm-and its terrifying bloodline-it could be said that there was no one present who could confidently stand against the half-Qilin alone.

Minister Xiu had not anticipated that the one commanding such a high-level Beast Tide would be something so terrifying.

He immediately relayed orders and sent urgent messages to the Imperial Palace, reporting the half-Qilinʼs appearance and requesting further reinforcements-specifically Immortal Realm cultivators. ”This isnʼt an opponent we can fight while preserving our strength.”

He and the others had believed that the forces they brought would be more than enough. After all, such a lineup could raze a neighboring empire within days.

Almost more than 50 percent of Desolate Heaven Empireʼs was present here.

They had even thought it might be excessive-even if Demonic Cultivators were added to the equation.

Yet who could have imagined that the Beast Tide would be led by a Demonic Beast with Qilin blood-one standing on the verge of breaking through to the Golden Immortal Realm? ”Surrender, and your lives may be spared,” the half-Qilin declared calmly. ”Resist, and none of you shall live to see the next sunrise.”

The ultimatum was delivered.

Now, it was their turn to respond.

But who would step forward in such a situation?

On any other day, many would have eagerly seized the opportunity to speak- asserting dominance, establishing prestige before the forces of the Desolate Heaven Empire.

But now?

Anyone who stepped forward risked becoming the half-Qilinʼs immediate target.

Standing against such a monster merely for influence or reputation was hardly a wise bargain.

And yet, someone had to speak.

Otherwise, they would appear nothing more than cowards before everyone present. ”Bold words for mere beast!”

The voice rang out clearly across the battlefield. ”Do you think we are your servants-like those Demonic Beasts behind you?” All eyes turned towards the speaker of such bold words.

Bai Ren!

He was not the strongest Immortal Realm cultivator present-nor even the strongest among the Bai Clanʼs Immortals.

Yet the moment he spoke, there was no dissatisfaction among the Bai Clanʼs Grand Elders.

On the contrary-it suited him perfectly.

Bai Ren stood tall, his expression relaxed, almost mocking, as he met the half-Qilinʼs gaze without flinching, ”If you want to fight, then fight. Whatʼs with all this nonsense about surrender?

If youʼre scared, turn around and crawl back to where you came from.”

The battlefield seemed to freeze as Bai Ren continued to further provoke the Half-Qilin.

All had to agree that Bai Ren possessed a heart of steel.

Who else but him could speak such words, and in such a manner, before a mythical creature?

It had to be someone like Bai Ren.

Yet the half-Qilin did not respond with anger.

It did not roar.

Instead, its massive eyes narrowed slightly-calm and cold. ”Very well,” it said indifferently. ”That is your decision.”

Its gaze swept across the human forces. ”You may blame only him for choosing foolishness. You all will die here today!”

The moment those words fell-the half-Qilin lifted its head.

And the battlefield erupted.

With a thunderous roar, it issued its command.

Hundreds of thousands of Demonic Beasts surged forward in unison.

The ground shook violently as the Beast Tide advanced, claws tearing into the earth, howls ripping through the air like a storm unleashed.

At the same time-

Mó Zūn raised his hand. ”Attack!”

The command was simple and absolute.

The Demonic Cultivators moved instantly, pouring forth like a black tide, their Demonic Qi flaring without restraint as they charged into battle.

Gulp!

Facing the full invasion of Demonic Beasts and Demonic Cultivators-both led by Immortal Realm existences-the forces of the Desolate Heaven Empire couldnʼt help but feel fear claw at their hearts.

If they were struck even once by such beings, death would come before they could even comprehend it.

Bai Renʼs voice rang out once more-loud, unwavering. ”Thereʼs no need to be intimidated by this trash!”

His gaze swept across the ranks of the Desolate Heaven Empire. ”Do exactly what youʼve been doing!”

His lips curled into a confident smile. ”Weʼll handle the troublesome ones.”

His words ignited morale. ”So what if they brought out their Immortals? Donʼt we have them too?” ”Theyʼve lost twice already. Weʼll give them their third lesson today!” ”Cowards! I hope you donʼt run away so easily this time!” ...

The Desolate Heaven Empire surged forward as well, meeting the two invading forces head-on.

The moment the tides collided, the battlefield descended into similar chaos as before.

The Immortals did not descend immediately.

For now, the battlefield below belonged to the Great Ascensioj Realm and below just like the previous two clashes.

It was the same brutal chaos as before-but this time, there was a crucial difference.

The enemy had Demonic Cultivators from the beginning while they had their

Reserve Unti fighting alongside them.

Three forces collided head-on.

The Desolate Heaven Empireʼs cultivators Vs The Demonic Beasts and the

Demonic Cultivators.

The battlefield instantly transformed into a grinding meat grinder.

Cries of rage, pain, and fury echoed endlessly. Techniques detonated one after another, tearing apart land and sky alike.

Amid this chaos-A figure moved like a tempest unleashed.

Bai Zihan!

His eyes gleamed with excitement, a faint smile playing at his lips as he tore through a cluster of Demonic Beasts.

He laughed softly as he moved.

With Reserve Units taking care of Demonic Cultivators, he can once again, focus on Grade-9 Demonic Beasts and earn System Points.

Bai Zihan leapt into the densest clusters of Grade-9 Demonic Beasts, his movements sharp and decisive.

Each strike was clean. Each kill is efficient. His sword danced like a streak of cold light, carving a bloody path through the Beast Tide.

Around him, Demonic Beasts roared in fury, sensing the threat he posed.

Several turned their attention toward him at once, their killing intent surging.

Bai Zihan welcomed it.

Yet no matter how much he killed, it didnʼt matter much because the Main

Battle wasnʼt between them.

The outcome of Immortalʼs fight would decide the outcome. The Desolate Heaven Empireʼs Immortals were the first to move.

Bai Ren moved, his gaze locked onto familiar figure among the Demonic

Cultivators.

Gou You!

Vicious, oppressive Demonic Qi coiled around him like living serpents.

Even among Immortal Realm Demonic Cultivators, he stood out as one of the most dangerous.

Bai Ren let out a low chuckle. ”We meet again!”

It could be said that their meeting was recent, even though it had taken place two years ago.

For Immortal Realm cultivators, who rarely crossed paths with one another, even a meeting ten years apart could be considered recent-let alone one that occurred only two years ago.

Gou You also focused on Bai Ren, making him his target.

Without another word, Bai Ren stepped into the air. Immortal Qi erupted around him as he shot toward Gou You like a streak of light.

The moment their auras collided, space itself distorted.

At the same time, a far more terrifying presence stirred.

Mó Zün!

The Lord of the Demonic Cultivators stood calmly amid the chaos, hands clasped behind his back, as though the raging battlefield meant nothing to him.

And then-

A figure appeared before him.

Bai Chu!

The strongest of the Bai Clanʼs five Grand Elders.

Among all the Immortal Realm cultivators present, there were few-if any-who dared claim superiority over him.

Their eyes met.

No words were exchanged.

None were needed.

As Bai Chu took a single step forward, Immortal Qi surged like a rising tide, pressing directly against Mó Zūnʼs Demonic Qi.

The clash between the two was silent-

Yet infinitely more terrifying than any explosion below.

Meanwhile, the earth trembled violently.

A shadow blotted out the sky.

The half-Qilin moved.

Each step it took caused the battlefield to quake, Immortal Qi and beastly pressure rolling outward in suffocating waves.

Its presence alone crushed countless weaker cultivators to their knees.

Facing it, three figures rose into the air.

The Li Clanʼs Grand Elder.

The Zhao Clanʼs Grand Elder.

And the Imperial Familyʼs Ancestor.

Three of them were all in the Earth Immortal Realm. Each radiated age, experience, and overwhelming power. Individually, none could confidently suppress the half-Qilin.

But together-there is a high chance of victory.

The half-Qilinʼs eyes gleamed with interest. Three Earth Immortals.

Enough to make things... entertaining.

As for the remaining Immortal Realm threats-

They were dangerous, yes.

But compared to Gou You, Mó Zün, and the half-Qilin, they were secondary. Other Immortal Realm cultivators of the Desolate Heaven Empire intercepted them, preventing devastation below and keeping them from interfering with those three fights.

The war had been divided.

Battlefields within battlefields.

Above-Immortals clashed, each exchange capable of reshaping the land. Below-Demonic Beasts and Demonic Cultivators crashed into defensive lines, meeting cultivators who-despite fear and exhaustion-refused to retreat.

One truth became clear to everyone present.

This was no longer a test.

No longer a probing assault.

This was a full-scale war.

And only one side would remain standing when it ended.