Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan!

Chapter 404 Third Clash Ends

Bai Zihan stood there, barely steady on his feet, leaning slightly on Chu Ziyan's support-but his eyes were already sharp again.

There was no need to retreat since they were surrounded by allies and quite near the rear.

Though largely it was because he no longer wanted to be carried by Chu Ziyan. And he still couldn't walk properly to leave.

So, Bai Zihan decided to observe.

The battlefield had turned into a slaughterhouse.

Demonic Cultivators fell one after another.

Demonic Beasts roared in fury before being torn apart by sword light, saber arcs, and crushing techniques.

Blood soaked the earth.

Qi storms churned the sky.

Yet Bai Zihan felt no satisfaction.

Only regret. "Tch!"

He clenched his fists.

His Qi was slowly recovering, but it was nowhere near enough.

Right now, even killing a Soul Formation Demonic Cultivator would be difficult.

What annoyed him the most wasn't the pain.

It was the fact that he couldn't personally kill those Grade-9 Demonic Beasts. Couldn't earn more points.

His gaze followed a Bai Clan elder as he cleaved through a pack of Demonic Beasts, their bodies exploding into mist.

Those should have been his kills.

His!

Bai Zihan exhaled slowly and forced the thought aside. (No point dwelling on it.)

This wasn't over yet.

His eyes lifted.

Far away-Two places where the outcome of the war would truly be decided.

The first was Mó Zün and Bai Chu.

Their clash distorted the heavens themselves.

Sword intent and Demonic Qi collided endlessly, neither side gaining ground.

Every strike carried killing power capable of annihilating countless Cultivators. Yet-they were locked in a deadlock.

With both their strengths equal, it wouldn't be easy for either to gain an advantage.

Then-

He turned to the second battlefield.

The Half-Qilin!

Despite the grievous wound carved by a Saint-Grade Sword-

Despite the blood pouring endlessly from its side-

The ancient beast was still terrifying.

Its roar shook the sky.

Each step cracked the earth.

Flames and lightning coiled around its massive body as it charged again and again.

Facing it were three figures.

Bai Ren, Zhao Wujin, and Yu Xuande.

Despite their efforts, they were being pushed back.

The Half-Qilin slammed its claws into the ground.

Boom!

A shockwave exploded outward.

Yu Xuande barely avoided it, blood spilling from his mouth as he was flung back.

Bai Zihan's expression grew solemn. (Still this strong...?)

Even injured.

Even wounded by a Saint-Grade Sword.

The Half-Qilin was still overpowering three Great Ascension Realm experts.

And worse-

They couldn't afford a single mistake.

A single clean hit from that Half-Qilin-

Would mean death.

Just like Li Zhenhe.

No second chances.

No escape.

Bai Zihan's gaze remained fixed on the second battlefield.

Unlike the stalemate between Bai Chu and Mó Zun, this clash was changing- slowly, but unmistakably.

Bai Ren was holding his ground.

Though no single injury was fatal, small wounds were piling up, and it was certain the Half-Qilin was growing weaker.

The blood pouring from the Half-Qilin was no longer something that could be ignored.

Each movement sent fresh streams cascading down its scales. Its breathing had grown heavier.

If Bai Ren and the others played this right, they could win.

But for that, they would need to survive-and fight flawlessly.

ROOOOOAR!

A thunderous roar ripped through the sky, shaking clouds apart and rattling the battlefield below.

The Half-Qilin reared back, its eyes blazing with fury and humiliation. "Humans!"

Its voice boomed, distorted yet filled with rage. "You dare rely on trickery... on sophisticated weapons!"

Flames erupted from its nostrils as lightning cracked around its horns. "I will remember this!"

The declaration echoed like a curse.

Then-

It stepped back.

Not in panic.

Not in haste.

But with terrifying calm.

The Half-Qilin turned, each movement heavy and deliberate, its massive form retreating slowly-majestically-like a sovereign leaving the battlefield at its own leisure.

The pressure it exuded did not diminish.

And no one moved to stop it.

Because no one could. Bai Ren watched silently, his sword lowered just slightly.

He would have loved nothing more than to keep the Half-Qilin there-to grind it down until its life finally bled out.

But he knew better.

He, Zhao Wujin, and Yu Xuande were already at their limits.

Their Qi reserves were dangerously low.

Their bodies strained, injuries piling up beneath forced composure.

Trying to forcibly keep the Half-Qilin here would not be heroism.

It would be suicide.

If they dared to overextend-

They would die.

Simple as that.

Mó Zun watched as the Half-Qilin retreated, followed by the remaining

Demonic Beasts. "Tch!"

The sound was sharp, filled with irritation.

Mó Zun turned his gaze back to Bai Chu, saber resting against his shoulder. "Bai Chu," he said coldly, lips curling into a sneer, "you are lucky."

Then his voice thundered across the battlefield, infused with Demonic Qi. "All Demonic Cultivators-retreat!"

The order was absolute. Without the Half-Qilin keeping Bai Ren, Zhao Wujin, and Yu Xuande in check, staying behind would mean only one thing-

Death!

The demonic ranks began pulling back, formations breaking as they disengaged at full speed.

Bai Chu's eyes flashed. "You think I'll let you leave?"

His sword intent surged violently, heaven-shaking and tyrannical.

As long as Mó Zun was kept here-

As long as he couldn't escape-

With reinforcements arriving, the Demonic Cultivators' leader could be worn down and killed.

Bai Chu stepped forward, sword blazing.

But then-

The heavens roared.

The Half-Qilin, already far away, lifted its head.

Its chest swelled.

Flames, lightning, and ancient beastly Qi converged into a single point.

Bai Chu's pupils shrank. "Damn it-!"

He knew that Half-Qilin was aiming at him.

The Half-Qilin unleashed its attack.

A colossal beam of intertwined flame and lightning tore through the sky, spanning an impossible distance, crashing straight toward Bai Chu.

There was no time to dodge.

Bai Chu halted mid-step and raised his sword with both hands.

Sword intent erupted.

Boom-!!!

The collision shattered the air.

Space twisted violently as Bai Chu was forced fully onto the defensive, his sword carving layer after layer of intent to disperse the monstrous long-range strike.

The ground beneath him cracked and sank.

By the time the shockwaves faded-

Mó Zūn was already retreating, his figure receding alongside the fleeing

Demonic Cultivators.

He did not look back.

Bai Chu lowered his sword slowly, his expression cold and displeased. "Just how did Mó Zún convince the Half-Qilin to work together?" It was clear that Half-Qilin was helping Mó Zün which is quite absurd.

There was no way to tame Demonic Beasts, much less something like Half-Qilin.

Thankfully, the attack Half-Qilin unleashed this time wasn't as powerful as Li

Zhenhe, otherwise Bai Chu wouldn't have been able to defend against it.

But it did give time for Mó Zun to escape.

The demonic forces were withdrawing.

The Half-Qilin's massive figure finally vanished beyond the battlefield, the suffocating pressure lifting at last.

Thus, the Third Clash finally came to an end!