Chapter 3000

After the battle ended, looking at these Demon Race ingredients scattered across the battlefield, everyone felt thrilled.

One battle yielded so many ingredients, and even the lowest were legendary grade—how could people not be excited?

Just thinking about the taste of legendary-grade ingredients made everyone unable to help wildly gulping.

Without a word, they immediately began hauling them into the city.

Even upon seeing the ruined ingredients, people couldn't help cursing.

"Couldn't you have been a bit more careful when you struck? Look at all this good ingredient—you've wasted it all."

Although there are many ingredients, each head is precious—how could they be wasted so casually?

Only saw the Barbarian God Tribe and Feather God Tribe folks, each hoisting a Demon Race ingredient, striding toward the city with excited faces.

As for those Xiāntiān rénzú off to the side, no one paid them any heed.

Now everyone's eyes are only on these Demon Race ingredients—who has time to bother with you?

Those Xiāntiān rénzú off to the side just stared dumbfounded at the scene.

Each wore a strange look, as if they had no idea what these people were up to.

No, gathering corpses after the fight they could understand—after all, these Demon Race bodies indeed have plenty of good stuff.

Many parts of the Demon Race bodies are materials for refining magical artifacts.

But the problem is, what's with all this excitement?

This has already gone beyond the scope of mere post-battle victory.

Even if you won the battle, there's no need to get this excited.

Even some Xiāntiān rénzú wanted to step forward.

"Dao friend, thanks for saving my life..."

But before he could finish speaking, he was cut off.

"I'm busy."

He then dragged the corpse away, leaving only that Xiāntiān rénzú standing there dumbfounded.

No, what's with this? The battle's over; aside from cleaning the battlefield, what else is there to be busy about?

Moreover, some even wanted to help, purely out of goodwill, thinking the other party had after all saved their life.

Now, cleaning the battlefield is just rough work with no technical skill, so one might as well go lend a hand and exert some effort.

But as he reached out, before he even touched the Demon Race corpses, an angry shout rang out.

"What are you doing? Put it down."

Huh???

Upon hearing that, the Xiāntiān rénzú looked with a dazed expression at the Barbarian God Tribe strongman who had shouted.

He then spoke in a wronged, pitiful tone.

"No, I just wanted to help you clean up the corpses."

He didn't mean to do anything, and besides, it's just a Demon Race corpse left and right—how precious could it be? No need to be so tense.

Looking at that Barbarian God Tribe strongman's demeanor, it seemed he was ready to fight to the death.

Then, under the Xiāntiān rénzú's gaze, the Barbarian God Tribe strongman strode forward, cold-faced, and said:

"No need for trouble, we'll handle it ourselves."

These Xiāntiān rénzú are all thumbs; if they mess it up, what then? These are legendary-grade ingredients we painstakingly obtained.

The next second, under the dumbfounded gaze of those Xiāntiān rénzú, they hoisted the Demon Race ingredients and walked away.

On the battlefield, the more one looked at those Xiāntiān rénzú, the more bewildered they became—what's with these people, they don't even want to help?

In contrast, on the Barbarian God Tribe and Feather God Tribe side, someone had already brought Demon Race ingredients outside the city; seeing the crowd within, they each couldn't help grinning.

"Brother Qi, come take a look at my ingredient—how's it? Not bad, and strong too."

Then came a full-blown show-off, while the city crowd came forward to inspect, each also grinning.

"Not bad, not bad—these primordial Demon Race ingredients really differ from the ordinary ones we usually eat; just now Ye Xiaozi personally said that these primordial Demon Race ingredients differ greatly."

"Hehe, looks like we're in for a treat tonight."

"We've got so many ingredients; tonight we definitely need to cook a few to taste."

To be fair, those five demon ancestors ran fast, and our own few old ancestors weren't up to snuff—not even one was stopped.

The ancestors of the primordial Demon Race—surely they're absolutely Eternal-grade Ingredients, right?

If given to Ye Zhangqing to cook, that could definitely trigger heavenly-earthly phenomena.

As a result, not a single one was captured; they all got away—just thinking about it feels regrettable.

The ingredients were hauled back into the city one by one; meanwhile, even more Human Race cultivators had gathered on the city streets.

Their strength is too weak; frankly, they don't even qualify to go onto the battlefield.

So during the big battle earlier, they could only stay honestly in the city; now that the battle's over, naturally they couldn't help but be curious and gathered here.

Craning their necks to look at those primordial Demon Race ingredients.

They whispered in discussion.

"This is primordial Demon Race ingredient—looks about the same as ordinary Demon Race stuff."

"That's just looking similar; inside, the difference is huge."

At first glance it's indeed hard to tell, but if you observe carefully, you can still see some differences.

However, these primordial Demon Race ingredients have little to do with these ordinary cultivators.

With their strength, they don't even have the right to grab food.

At most they could go to the Canteen to try their luck, and even that might not get them a meal.

Right now, they can only stare longingly.

Inside Immortal City Beyond the Heavens there was excitement, while outside the city, as those Xiāntiān Demon Race retreated, the group of women and children who had previously run outside the city also hurried back.

With the threat gone, they naturally returned to their clansmen.

They also dared not enter the city without permission; they could only come back.

After this battle, quite a few people had fallen, and many bore sad expressions.

After all, among those who had fallen were their relatives, brothers, friends, and Dao companions.

They had barely managed to escape, yet in the end they perished here.

But there was nothing to be done—people cannot be brought back from death, whether willing or not; the fact is it cannot be changed.

At the same time, the two elders also curiously asked the leading woman.

"What's going on with the people in this city? They're so strange."

After all, they had just gone outside the city, and it seemed they had interacted with these people inside the city.

Completely unable to understand these people's actions, it was only then that the two elders of the Xiāntiān Human Race spoke up.

Why would they value those demon race corpses so highly? This isn't even a supreme treasure—why such fuss?

Faced with the Ancestor's inquiry, the leading woman, although she didn't know much either, still replied with a strange expression.

"Ancestor, it seems there are not only humans in this city, but also two other primordial races."

"I know, get to the point."

"Damn, I can see that myself—why do you need to say it?"

Scolded by the Ancestor, the woman immediately replied with a strange expression.

"I just heard them say that the people here eat the demon race, and they said how delicious the demon race is."