Chapter 3094

Just thinking that the true ancestor had been left there by them in the Human Race's territory, all the tiger tribe demon beasts felt a chill.

What the hell did they do? They gave their all, yet what they rescued were just two fakes.

Looking at those two demon ancestor puppets, all the tiger tribe demon beasts hated them so much their teeth itched.

While hating the Human Race's vileness, they also hated themselves for being blind, actually mistaking their own ancestor— they deserved to die.

I'll cripple you.

A tiger tribe demon beast, furious and flustered, immediately wanted to step forward and destroy those two demon ancestor puppets.

But after being glared at by one of the demon ancestors, it shouted.

Step back.

Now that things have come to this, even if we destroyed those two fakes we saved, what difference would it make?

It would be better to keep them; they might be useful later.

The Primordial Human Race of the myriad heavens has no puppet masters; the lineage has long been cut off, so all the Primordial Demon Tribe are seeing for the first time the puppets crafted by the Human Race.

We don't know the key, but keeping them is better than destroying them.

With complex gazes fixed firmly on those two demon ancestor puppets, the three demon ancestors' faces were grim; after a long silence, one of them finally spoke to break the quiet.

Is it still possible to go back now?

Obviously this was about going to rescue the Tiger Ancestor and the Deer Ancestor, but the other two demon ancestors gave no answer.

What nonsense are you talking? Going back now to rescue the Tiger Ancestor and the Deer Ancestor— it's already too late.

Silence is the best answer; this demon ancestor didn't say more, and deep down it already had the answer.

The Tiger Ancestor and Deer Ancestor are likely dead; damn it, after this battle, not only did many lower-level demon ancestors suffer casualties, but even two demon ancestors were lost.

This is due to the Human Race's doing; the Human Race from Beyond the Heavens is utterly despicable.

They have never seen such a despicable Human Race; it's simply hateful.

But surely they also have their own problems; they mistook the person, abandoned the real one, and rescued the fake.

Their hearts were a mix of five flavors; such a crude trick actually fooled them— they deserved to die.

They felt immense regret, but there was nothing they could do, after all time cannot flow backward.

Even the Primordial tribe elders lack the ability to turn back time.

Just then, the three demon ancestors each received a voice transmission from the Primordial Demon Tribe elders, and as soon as they spoke they directly inquired.

How's it going over there? We can barely hold on.

The tone was somewhat anxious and resentful, obviously the situation on the Primordial Demon Tribe's side was also grim.

Originally the Primordial Demon Tribe agreed to help, first because the Demon Race's side offered a high price, yielding great profit.

Secondly, the Demon Race merely asked them to block the Barbarian God Tribe, nothing more.

Originally they thought the Demon Race was dealing with the Human Race, having nothing to do with the Barbarian God Tribe.

Even if the two races were on good terms, the Barbarian God Tribe might lend a hand, but they'd hardly risk their lives— after all, it's not their own affair.

But after actually clashing with the Barbarian God Tribe, the Primordial Demon Tribe realized something was off.

You damn well were just supposed to put on a show, but these Barbarian God Tribe members wouldn't have it— each one charged like they'd been injected with chicken blood, attacking frenziedly, as if ready to fight to the death.

Originally they were just supposed to block, but facing wave after wave of attacks from the Barbarian God Tribe, the Primordial Demon Tribe also had to fight desperately.

There was no choice; without fighting desperately they couldn't stop this bunch of lunatics.

Originally they only needed to put on a show, just to get by, but the Barbarian God Tribe fought three or four times a day, giving the Primordial Demon Tribe no extra breathing time at all.

Casualties had long since severely exceeded expectations; a few Primordial Demon Tribe elders, just roughly adding up, this time was a bloody loss.

The price the Demon Race offered seemed highly profitable before, but it didn't include fighting desperately.

After this bout of fighting, that price is utterly insufficient to cover the losses.

A Primordial Demon Tribe elder couldn't help but curse.

Damn it, add money, we must get the Demon Race to add money, otherwise we can't fight this battle.

The two races' relations are decent; otherwise the Primordial Demon Tribe wouldn't have waded into this muddy water, but even close brothers settle accounts clearly— afterwards they must add money.

Having grit their teeth and held off the Barbarian God Tribe for so long, they had thought the Demon Race's side should be finished.

But they waited long without news, so they couldn't help but proactively inquire.

If you damn well don't hurry up, they won't be able to hold on.

The Barbarian God Tribe can fight to the death for the Human Race, but we Primordial Demon Tribe can't— we have no grudge, why would we risk our lives?

Faced with the Primordial Demon Tribe elders' inquiry, the three demon ancestors exchanged glances, each showing a hint of helplessness.

One of the demon ancestors sighed and said.

Let's be frank; this matter couldn't be hidden anyway.

Immediately, the three demon ancestors told the matter to several Primordial Demon Tribe elders.

On the other side, at the exit of the Barbarian God Tribe Divine Realm, having just finished a fierce battle, the Primordial Demon Tribe again suffered many casualties.

Taking advantage of this breather, several Primordial Demon Tribe elders contacted the demon ancestors.

They soon got a response, but after hearing it, several Primordial Demon Tribe elders were stunned.

The response from the demon ancestors was simple.

We've lost; we're temporarily withdrawing— you should also retreat first.

Huh???

Hearing this, those several Primordial Demon Tribe elders looked at each other, their eyes full of strange expressions.

They've been forced to fight desperately here by the Barbarian God Tribe, yet you Demon Race lot actually lost?

What the hell joke are you pulling?

Before taking action, didn't you Demon Race lot pat your chests and say this battle would definitely be problem-free?

It's not like the mere Human Race is something you can suppress with a flip of the hand and capture easily.

How the hell could you have lost?

We've fought until now, and you say we should also retreat? You say it lightly, but what about those warriors of my Demon Tribe who died? They died for nothing.

For a moment, those several Primordial Demon Tribe elders were so angry their teeth itched, and the demonic aura around them exploded uncontrollably.

Damn, you guys are harmful.

Although angry, the Demon Race has already lost; can they still stay and fight desperately against the Barbarian God Tribe?

That's absolutely impossible; we damn well came just to lend a hand, but now the protagonist has lost, letting those side characters fight desperately is clearly inappropriate.

After sending a sound transmission reply to the Demon Race side, several Primordial Demon Tribe elders immediately ordered a retreat.

There's completely no reason to keep fighting; many Primordial Demon Tribe members retreated while cursing.

However, it's already decided in my heart that this loss must be borne by those Primordial Demon Race, no matter what.

We must add money, we must add money; the price they previously agreed on is not a life-or-death price, the price is wrong, it's like getting the wrong goods.

The Primordial Demon Tribe members, walking and cursing, each demon tribe cursed the Primordial Demon Race until they were covered in filth.

As for those three demon ancestors, after receiving the reply from the Primordial Demon Tribe, each had a complex expression; were those damned things being cursed? They were cursed terribly.