Chapter 3093: What the Hell Did You Bring Back?

Many human race experts have already begun cleaning the battlefield; the only battle still ongoing is where the Tiger Ancestor and Deer Ancestor are.

However, being two against five, it's only a matter of time before the Tiger Ancestor and Deer Ancestor are defeated.

After all, they are Primordial Clan Old Ancestors; capturing them alive certainly requires effort, but killing them outright makes everyone reluctant.

Primordial Demon Race Old Ancestors as ingredients—these are the finest of the finest.

At this moment, the Tiger Ancestor and Deer Ancestor also know they cannot escape today; the Tiger Ancestor, whose temperament is even more fierce, would rather die by his own hand than die at the hands of the Human Race.

In its view, being killed by the Human Race is an insult to it.

However, just as the Tiger Ancestor was about to commit suicide on the spot, a fluctuation in its demonic aura was immediately detected.

An old ancestor of the Xiāntiān rénzú was the first to shout.

"Stop it, this beast wants to commit suicide."

Immediately, three Feather God Tribe Old Ancestors swarmed forward, forcibly preventing the Tiger Ancestor's suicide.

His eyes full of suspicion and anger, the Tiger Ancestor glared fiercely at the three Feather God Tribe Old Ancestors and shouted.

"You guys are sick."

You people definitely have some serious issues; I want to kill myself, I'm not trying to run, what are you stopping me for?

I can't even commit suicide.

In response, one of the Feather God Tribe Old Ancestors immediately retorted.

"Want to commit suicide? Dream on."

Huh???

Even suicide is not allowed? The Tiger Ancestor only felt his body shake; he had run into a bunch of perverts.

Afterward, disbelieving, he tried several more times, but each attempt was successfully stopped.

Come on, with such a good opportunity, how could we let the ingredients just die for nothing?

A chicken that lays eggs is the most valuable chicken.

Capturing these two Demon Race Old Ancestors and bringing them back to the Immortal Realm to raise, we could later produce more ingredients with Demon Race bloodlines—wouldn't that be better?

This is called sustainable development.

The Demon Race keeps and abuses the Human Race in captivity; why can't the Human Race keep the Demon Race?

Besides, the Human Race has never mistreated its food.

Those Demon Race beings in the Immortal Realm, which one isn't raised sleek and shiny, with everything provided, room and board included—this difference is like heaven and earth.

According to the Dao One Immortal Sect, the main point is scientific feeding.

So the value of these two Demon Race Old Ancestors is huge; how could we let them just die like that?

They can't run away, they can't die—the Tiger Ancestor and Deer Ancestor feel utterly stifled.

Even wanting to rush forward and fight desperately, those damned opponents give no chance at all.

Even their attacks deliberately avoid vital points; the Tiger Ancestor and Deer Ancestor clearly feel this.

Humiliation, their hearts full of humiliation; after a lifetime, they've never felt such humiliation—it's truly bullying.

Yet they cannot change anything; following this trend, the Tiger Ancestor and Deer Ancestor will eventually be captured alive.

Thinking of this, they inevitably curse the other three Demon Race Old Ancestors.

They're simply three idiots, utterly stupid; you lot, when rescuing people, don't even bother to look first.

You recklessly rescued without distinguishing real from fake; what the hell did you bring back?

If it weren't for the other three ancestors causing trouble, they wouldn't have ended up like this; even if they ultimately lost, they wouldn't have fallen to being captured alive.

With the beast herd's cooperation, escaping would not be difficult for them given their strength.

But the problem is, all the Demon Race simply abandoned them here out of sheer spite—it's outrageous.

And the other three ancestors, whom the Tiger Ancestor and Deer Ancestor cursed in their hearts to the point of utter disgrace.

By then, they had already led the beast herd to retreat to a safe place, only slowing down after confirming the Human Race wasn't pursuing.

But just as they relaxed, one of the ancestors noticed a problem.

Before, they only cared about fleeing, completely ignoring the two fellows they had rescued.

Casually glancing over, they found it strange—how could the Tiger Ancestor and Deer Ancestor have been rescued without saying a word?

Especially the Tiger Ancestor; given his nature, shouldn't he have already been shouting curses and demanding to go back and kill?

But why is he so quiet today?

Curiously looking over, but if they hadn't looked, it would've been fine; upon looking, that Demon Race Old Ancestor was immediately dumbfounded.

After a careful examination, that Demon Race Old Ancestor's eyes stared wide and round.

What the hell is this thing?

Upon close observation, with the eyesight of those three Demon Race Old Ancestors, they could naturally tell real from fake.

After all, it's a puppet; even if you craft it to be indistinguishable from the real thing, a fake is still a fake, and moreover, the original is a Demon Race Old Ancestor—making an exact copy is impossible.

"Wait a moment."

Having spotted the problem, that Demon Race Old Ancestor immediately roared; hearing this, the other two old ancestors looked at him suspiciously.

"What now?"

We just escaped death, why are we still jumpy? What the hell does this mean, and can we ever be alright?

Faced with their companions' questioning, that Demon Race Old Ancestor gritted his teeth, looking as if his parents had died, and spoke fiercely.

"What the hell did we bring back?"

"What the hell, this isn't the Tiger Ancestor and Deer Ancestor, right? How…… fuck, what the hell is this?"

Upon hearing that, at first they didn't understand the meaning, cursing while turning their heads to look.

Just at a glance, that Demon Ancestor's reaction was the same; this isn't the Tiger Ancestor and Deer Ancestor—what the hell are these two?

No, where are the two Tiger Ancestor and Deer Ancestor? We clearly rescued it.

We brought them and ran all the way—when were they swapped?

Realizing something major had happened, the three old ancestors hurriedly stopped, circling back and forth over these two old ancestor puppets, examining them repeatedly.

Even not far away, many Demon Race powerhouses were also looking this way, and they too knew something major had happened.

A Demon Race member whispered.

Did we rescue the wrong ancestor?

How the hell would I know? It's my family's ancestor.

Tiger Race demon beasts were on the verge of tears; as members of the Tiger Race, their feelings for the Tiger Ancestor are incomparable to any other demon beast clan.

This is equivalent to: although they belong to the same great family, internally there are distinctions between the direct and collateral lines.

Some more distant collateral lines, to put it bluntly, actually have no feelings for the clan at all.

But the direct line is different; it's truly blood thicker than water, sharing honor and disgrace together.

If the clan is gone, their direct line is gone too—how could they not feel anguish?

Looking at those two demon ancestor puppets, the Tiger Race demon beasts among the beast herd were each stunned as if struck by lightning.

The ancestor they painstakingly rescued is actually a fake?

Then what about the real one? In a moment, all Tiger Race demon beasts felt a chill to the bone—the fake was what they rescued, so does that mean the real one was left with the Human Race?

Just now, their true Tiger Ancestor watched them abandon it and run away?