Chapter 3097: Tiger Ancestor's Suicide Plan

The torment of last night left Tiger Ancestor feeling utterly humiliated; it would rather die than endure such humiliation again.

However, facing its angry roar, Qi Xiong, Mu You, and the others completely ignored it.

You're joking—we finally managed to capture you alive; how could we let you die? Everyone is begging Tiger Ancestor, hoping Deer Ancestor will have many offspring and blessings, filling the house with descendants; otherwise, what would they eat?

"Demonic Ancestor bloodline—this is rare."

Watching the crowd walk away without looking back, Tiger Ancestor gritted its teeth silently: "This damned bunch of humans—do they really want to humiliate me like this?"

They rubbed its dignity as a Demonic Ancestor underfoot.

The more it thought, the angrier it became, and Tiger Ancestor snarled.

"As an ancestor, I can be killed but not insulted—I will commit suicide."

Huh???

Hearing its firm words, Deer Ancestor beside it gave it a strange look, wondering, "Isn't it odd that you'd even talk about suicide like this?"

While Deer Ancestor stared at Tiger Ancestor with a strange expression, the latter lifted its head toward a nearby tiger-clan demon beast and gritted its teeth.

"You, come over and bite me to death."

Huh???

Hearing that, the exhausted tiger-clan demon beast widened its eyes, staring at Tiger Ancestor in disbelief.

"No, your words sound weird, and moreover…………"

"Ancestor, it's not that I don't want to—I really have no strength left; I can't even stand up now."

Seeing this, Tiger Ancestor snapped angrily.

"Worthless trash."

Scolded angrily by Tiger Ancestor, the tiger-clan demon beast dared not retort, merely turning its head away in silence, unable to stop muttering inwardly.

"What time is it now, still thinking about that—who has the strength to kill you these days?"

But Tiger Ancestor refused to give up; it scanned the animal pen, finding not even a stone, nowhere to aim a head‑first suicide.

"Wait…………… but unintentionally, the Tiger clan suddenly noticed the formation enveloping the animal pen."

"Since there are no stones, smashing into the formation to die seems possible enough."

Tiger Ancestor still knew the power of the Human Race formation.

The more it thought, the more feasible it seemed; thus, under Deer Ancestor's doubtful gaze, Tiger Ancestor struggled to slowly rise.

Although its legs kept trembling, ready to collapse at any moment.

Yet the resolve to seek death in its eyes was absolute; as a Demonic Ancestor, how could it endure such humiliation?

Step by step, trembling and swaying, it walked toward the formation; under Deer Ancestor's watch, Tiger Ancestor lunged forward and slammed its head into the formation light curtain.

But the formation's backlash never came; Tiger Ancestor only felt its head as if it had struck a clump of cotton.

Not only was it painless, it felt pleasant, followed by a gentle force that lightly pushed it back.

It plopped down on the ground, Tiger Ancestor's eyes full of bewilderment: "What the heck kind of formation is this?"

"There's no recoil at all—it's just too gentle; this formation is totally off."

In Tiger Ancestor's knowledge, it had never seen such a formation; aren't Human Race formations supposed to be fiercely strong? How did it become gentle?

Tiger Ancestor naturally didn't know that the formation of the animal pen had been personally refined by the Formation Hall Elder, Zhang Tianzhen.

It could trap the creatures inside the pen without harming them in the slightest.

Even if attacked, the formation would produce no backlash whatsoever; it would simply return the force gently, just as before.

Skeptical, it tried several more times, each attempt yielding the same result—as if a pair of big hands were gently pushing it back.

After several futile attempts, Tiger Ancestor exploded in anger.

"Damn it, you're utterly useless—what do I need you for?"

"Trying to use the Human Race formation's backlash to commit suicide is obviously impossible; this formation is completely unlike any other—surely those damned humans have tampered with it."

Having realized that, Tiger Ancestor had to think of another way, its gaze unconsciously drifting back to that tiger-clan demon beast just moments ago.

"Since this worthless thing can't come over on its own due to lack of strength, I'll go to it myself."

With trembling steps, Tiger Ancestor approached the tiger-clan demon beast step by step.

Under the beast's astonished gaze, Tiger Ancestor extended its neck toward it and, gritting its teeth, said:

"Come on, bite me to death—aim for the neck."

Hearing that, the tiger-clan demon beast wore a ghost‑seen expression and said complexly:

"Ancestor, are you serious?"

"What kind of thing is this—our own ancestor voluntarily sticks out its neck, letting me bite it to death?"

"After living so many years, I never even imagined such a thing."

But Tiger Ancestor was dead set on dying, and snapped angrily.

"Just bite if I tell you to—what's with all the nonsense?"

"Oh, okay."

Seeing Tiger Ancestor was serious, the tiger-clan demon beast could only force its mouth open and lunged to bite.

Meanwhile, Tiger Ancestor kept directing from the side.

"Exactly, bite the neck—kill me."

After a few bites, Tiger Ancestor felt nothing, while the tiger-clan demon beast's teeth grew sore, and it whined pitifully:

"Ancestor, I can't— I can't bite through, I can't break your defense."

Although its entire strength had been completely sealed, its physical defense was still there.

As a Demonic Ancestor, Tiger Ancestor's physical defense goes without saying—this tiger-clan demon beast couldn't even pierce it, let alone kill it with a bite.

Seeing this, Tiger Ancestor exploded in anger.

You worthless thing, you stick your neck out for me to bite, but you can't even bite me to death—what good are you to me?

Upon hearing this, the tiger tribe demon beast looked aggrieved, but dared not argue.

This path also led nowhere, so the Tiger Ancestor could only turn its gaze toward where the Deer Ancestor stood.

Noticing the Tiger Ancestor's gaze, the Deer Ancestor shook its head repeatedly before it could even speak.

Don't rely on me—I've lost all my strength, I have no power left, I can't kill you.

You… you worthless thing, how can you fail to kill me?

Upon hearing this, the Tiger Ancestor glared tiger-eyed; everyone present is a demon ancestor, and the only one who could still possibly kill it now is the Deer Ancestor.

But the other side didn't even think about it, just shook its head and refused.

The Deer Ancestor was no help either; the Tiger Ancestor then thought of other ways, looked around, saw the grass on the ground, and immediately made up its mind.

Then I'll eat myself to death—hopefully this grass is poisonous.

Saying this, the Tiger Ancestor took a big bite of grass, endured the discomfort, and began chewing vigorously.

As a member of the tiger tribe, the Tiger Ancestor naturally doesn't eat plants; it has always eaten meat since childhood.

But now, in order to die quickly, it no longer cares about that; it wants to eat itself to death.

The taste of the grass was, for the Tiger Ancestor, indescribable, yet it endured.

I thought it would help, but as it kept eating, the Tiger Ancestor gradually realized something was off—why does this grass make it more energetic the more it eats?

This isn't right; shouldn't it have died outright from eating it? Why does it get more energetic the more it eats?

Its mouth full of grass, staring at the bald patch it had eaten, the Tiger Ancestor's eyes were full of bewilderment.

Just then, a few disciples of the Dao One Immortal Sect happened to pass by, saw the Tiger Ancestor eating grass, and couldn't help laughing.

Hey, this guy is actually smart, even knows that eating grass has benefits.