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Chapter 410 The Return of the Half-Qilin
The alarms rang across the encampment as Demonic Qi surged once more.
This time, however, the pressure was noticeably weaker.
No Immortals descended from the skies.
No Half-Qilin's overwhelming aura crushed the battlefield.
Only Great Ascension Realm Demonic Cultivators and Grade-10 Demonic Beasts advanced from the darkness.
Even so, no one dared to relax.
After what had happened before, the Desolate Heaven Empire responded immediately-matching force with force, formations activating one after another, experts taking their positions with grim expressions.
High alert!
They had not forgotten that these Demonic Cultivators possessed methods capable of concealing their presence-even from Immortals.
If the same trick was used again, they had to be ready to react instantly.
Yet-nothing unexpected happened.
The Demonic Beasts charged.
The Demonic Cultivators followed.
They clashed head-on with the empire's forces, exchanged blows-
The battlefield turned into a slaughter.
Demonic Beasts fell in droves, their roars cut short by blades, and overwhelming force.
Demonic Cultivators were hunted down relentlessly, leaving corpses strewn across the ravaged land.
Of course, the Desolate Heaven Empire suffered losses as well.
Blood was spilled on their side.
But compared to the enemy-
The difference was obvious.
Bai Zihan moved like a reaper across the battlefield.
Grade-9 Demonic Beasts stood no chance before him.
Wherever he passed, sword light flashed, space trembled, and massive bodies collapsed one after another.
To him, they were no longer threats-only targets.
By the end of the battle, Bai Zihan stood amidst the fading Demonic Qi, quietly exhaling.
He felt satisfied.
He thought that staying behind had been the right decision.
In a single battlefield alone, he had earned more than 15,000 points-which
meant he had killed more than 150 Grade-9 Demonic Beasts.
That alone spoke volumes.
And this was only the beginning.
From that day onward, attacks continued.
Demonic Beasts and Demonic Cultivators launched repeated assaults-but the Immortals never appeared again.
Neither did the Half-Qilin.
Whether they were deliberately holding back to catch the empire off guard later, or whether the Half-Qilin was still recovering from its previous injuries, no one knew.
But either way-this was perfect for Bai Zihan.
He continued to enter battle after battle, calmly harvesting points.
And soon became clear to everyone-
The number of Demonic Beasts was shrinking.
Especially Grade-9 Demonic Beasts.
Their population was declining at a terrifying speed.
Some even began to joke-half in awe, half in disbelief.
"If this continues... Bai Zihan might wipe Grade-9 Demonic Beasts into extinction."
It didn't seem like a joke, considering how Bai Zihan went after them as if they owed him something.
Bai Zihan, on the other hand, didn't think much about it.
He continued to farm points, and with his increased mastery of techniques and higher cultivation level, dealing with Grade-9 Demonic Beasts was no challenge.
He could also deal with Grade-10 Demonic Beasts without much difficulty. He had killed at least five of them when they came to deal with him.
Still, he preferred killing Grade-9 Demonic Beasts for easier and faster points.
Moreover, it seemed that Bai Tianheng's threat and Minister Xiu's words had worked, as the Li and Zhao Clans and the Azure Holy Sun Sect no longer dared to pull the same move as before.
Perhaps it might also be because they realized that Bai Zihan was too strong for their petty tricks to work and gave up.
The Demonic Cultivators were the same.
After Bai Zihan killed three Great Ascension Realm Elders, they seemed to understand that they were no match for him.
No Demonic Cultivator dared to move in his direction, allowing Bai Zihan to deal with the Demonic Beasts freely.
In any case, everything seemed to be going smoothly for Bai Zihan, and he was farming points without any problems.
It had already been two weeks since the Desolate Heaven Empire and the demonic forces began clashing, and things were proceeding very smoothly for the empire-except when the Half-Qilin had appeared.
Apart from that, the demonic forces had suffered heavier losses in every other clash.
By now, the Demonic Cultivators had lost almost 40% of their initial forces, while the Desolate Heaven Empire had lost around 25-30%.
As for the Demonic Beasts, although many had died, their total number remained unknown.
It was unclear whether their overall numbers were decreasing-though Grade-9 Demonic Beasts were visibly fewer due to one person.
Many began to feel confident, believing victory would come soon.
That was-
Until the Half-Qilin decided to show itself once again.
The injuries from before were gone-completely healed. Its eyes burned with cold fury, locked onto the battlefield below.
And it hadn't come alone.
Behind it, Immortal-realm Demonic Beasts emerged one after another.
More than before.
Their auras overlapped, shaking the heavens and earth, plunging the battlefield into deathly silence. It was clear-the demonic side had finally decided to stop holding back.
Mó Zun stepped forward, his expression as indifferent as ever, flanked by his usual group of Immortal-realm Demonic Cultivators.
Their presence alone caused countless cultivators below to stiffen, hearts sinking.
Yet-the Desolate Heaven Empire did not fall into chaos.
They were prepared.
After the previous disaster, Minister Xiu had already sent urgent requests to the capital.
Reinforcements had arrived days earlier-five Immortals in total, including one additional Earth Immortal.
That was the absolute limit of what the empire could dispatch on short notice.
Other clans and sects did not send more. They had already committed the majority of their strength-pushing further would leave their own territories exposed.
Still, despite their preparations, the Desolate Heaven Empire couldn't help but feel nervous.
They knew what the Half-Qilin was capable of.
Last time, they had won due to the Half-Qilin's overconfidence-and Bai Ren wielding a Saint-grade sword.
Now that the creature was aware of this, would they be able to injure it again?
Strangely enough, the Bai Clan's Grand Elders seemed rather excited.
"Haha! Looks like they won't give up until they're dead!"
Bai Ren spoke with amusement.
"Well then, let's fulfill their wish."
Bai Chu replied, his eyes locked onto Mó Zūn.
The Bai Clan's Grand Elders had no intention of letting their opponents walk
away freely today.
Today was the day they would die~