Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan!

Chapter 390 Mó Zūn

The next day arrived beneath a sky heavy with foreboding.

From the moment dawn should have broken, alarm rang to sound the arrival of Demonic Beasts.

Across the battlefield's perimeter, cultivators stood in tense silence, weapons already in hand.

Many had not slept at all. Those who had managed to rest did so fitfully, eyes snapping open at the slightest disturbance, minds still trapped in memories of blood and screams.

They had barely finished clearing the corpses.

Barely finished counting the dead.

And yet-

The Demonic Beasts came again.

RRWWWWRRR!

A low, rumbling roar rolled across the horizon, vibrating through the earth like distant thunder. It grew louder with every passing breath, until the ground itself began to tremble.

"They're attacking again?!"

The cry spread through the ranks, disbelief laced with anger.

"Just one day later?!"

"Have they gone mad?!"

Complaints erupted openly this time. Cultivators clenched their weapons, faces pale with exhaustion, eyes bloodshot from sleeplessness.

"We haven't even had time to recover!"

"Our Qi hasn't fully stabilized yet!"

Some cursed aloud. Others laughed bitterly.

"So they really don't intend to give us a moment to breathe..."

Yet beneath the fatigue-

There was fury. They, already angered by the invasion, were even more furious

because they were not given any time to rest.

"Good! I was just looking for a place to vent."

"They'll pay for yesterday. Every single one of them."

However, they were not alone.

The Demonic Cultivators stepped into view without the slightest attempt at concealment.

For a brief moment, the battlefield fell into stunned silence.

Then-

Someone scoffed.

"Oh? They're finally showing their faces?"

"So the cowards decided to stop hiding?"

More voices joined in, sharp with mockery despite the tension.

"What, afraid we didn't notice you yesterday?"

"Come out at last, huh?"

"Maybe they got tired of playing hide and seek!"

Despite their blatant appearance, the Demonic Cultivators did not attack.

They simply stood there, as if waiting for something.

That was when unease truly began to spread.

Murmurs rippled through the ranks of the Desolate Heaven Empire, low and anxious.

"Why aren't they moving?"

"Are they stalling for time?"

"It makes sense for Demonic Cultivators to hold back, but why aren't the Demonic Beasts charging?"

That was the strangest part.

The Demonic Beasts-creatures driven by bloodlust and instinct-stood

unnaturally restrained.

Their massive forms loomed across the battlefield, claws digging into the earth, fangs bared yet unmoving.

They, too, seemed to be waiting for something.

And then-

Everything changed.

The air cracked. A pressure descended without warning-vast, suffocating, and absolute.

It was Immortal Qi. Not faint. Not restrained. Overwhelming.

The sky itself seemed to lower, clouds compressing as if crushed beneath an invisible hand.

Countless cultivators felt their knees buckle, chests tightening as though an unseen mountain had been placed upon them.

Before anyone could react-

The Demonic Beasts moved. They lowered their heads.

Massive, ferocious creatures-beasts that had torn through elite formations-

bowed in unison, like subjects greeting a monarch.

From behind the Demonic Beast horde, colossal figures emerged. Their auras were ancient, tyrannical, and terrifyingly refined.

Immortal Realm Demonic Beasts!

Each step shook the battlefield, the earth cracking beneath their weight.

Their eyes burned with intelligence far beyond ordinary beasts-cold,

calculating, and predatory.

The murmurs died instantly.

But the shock did not end there.

From the ranks of the Demonic Cultivators, figures stepped forward as well.

Their movements were calm, unhurried. Demonic Qi no longer churned violently around them; instead, it was perfectly controlled, dense to the point

of distortion.

Immortal Realm Demonic Cultivators!

The realization hit like a hammer.

"So... this is what they were waiting for."

Across the battlefield, alarms rang out. High above, powerful auras surged in

response.

One by one, figures ascended into the air from the Desolate Heaven Empire's

side.

Qi clashed against Demonic Qi as Immortal Realm cultivators revealed themselves, stabilizing the trembling battlefield.

"Looks like they are really serious," Bai Ren muttered, amusement flickering

across his face.

He stared at the Demonic Cultivators, including Gou You, whom he had faced

previously.

Alongside Gou You were two others of Earth Immortal rank, including the Lord

of the Demonic Cultivators himself-Mó Zün.

And that was only on the Demonic Cultivator side.

On the Demonic Beast side, several Immortal Beasts also emerged. Among

them, one stood out most of all: a colossal, half-Qilin creature.

It resembled a Qilin but was clearly not purebred-a hybrid with the bloodline

of a Qilin running through it. Its presence alone was enough to make both human and beast alike shiver.

Every massive Demonic Beast bowed before it, an act of obedience almost

sacred in its precision.

It was clear why such powerful beasts followed orders without question,

despite the rarity of such discipline.

The creature at their center was no ordinary beast-it was a scion of the Qilin,

radiating majesty and authority that could bend even the feral to its will.

Demonic Beasts were creatures defined by their bloodline.

Strength, instinct, and dominance all flowed from lineage as much as from

cultivation.

The mightiest among them could bend lesser beasts to their will simply

through presence and pedigree.

And the half-Qilin before them...

Its bloodline was everything. Its authority was absolute; its strength immeasurable. It was no wonder, then, that the other Demonic Beasts, fearsome in their own right, obeyed without hesitation, moving with the precision and discipline of elite soldiers under its command.

No growl, no hesitation, no rebellion-only the silent, deadly unity of creatures

aligned under a sovereign they could neither contest nor defy.

Then, the creature spoke.

Not with a roar or a snarl-but with a voice that rolled across the battlefield,

deep, resonant, and terrifyingly intelligent.

The sound seemed to vibrate through bone, earth, and sky alike, freezing the

hearts of all who heard it.

"Humans..."

The words carried the weight of inevitability, the finality of judgment.

"Your lives, your blood, your lands-they are mine to take..."

A tense pause followed. Cultivators froze, clutching their weapons, eyes wide. Even the most battle-hardened warriors felt the oppressive aura of authority pressing down upon them.

"But I shall bestow upon you a last chance," the Qilin Scion continued, its gaze sweeping across the assembled humans like a storm.

"Surrender, and your life may be spared. Resist, and none shall live to see the

next sunrise."