Chapter 3101: line with translation of chapter title

Facing such a light and airy explanation from the monster race's old ancestor, the devil race side naturally would not agree.

But now, the monster race has no choice; a loss is a loss, ah, and even its two monster ancestors are gone.

Thinking of the tiger ancestor and the deer ancestor, the three monster ancestors, not knowing what they were thinking, suddenly gazed fiercely at the devil race old ancestor before them and said.

We still have a chance.

Still a chance?

In response, these several old ancestors of the innate devil race all wore doubtful expressions, while the three monster ancestors stared at them with burning gazes and said.

Yes, we still have a chance; as long as we can rescue the tiger ancestor and the deer ancestor, we still have a chance.

What the heck? You've even lost your monster ancestors?

I hadn't noticed before, mainly because I hadn't thought of this aspect; these are old ancestors of the innate race, ah.

Damn it, even if you wanted to kill them, they'd be hard to kill; after a fierce battle, ordinary monster race might suffer heavy casualties, but escaping would not be difficult for existence at the monster ancestor level.

Just like their devil race, they also fought the barbarian god tribe to the death; in the end, although several old ancestors were injured, none fell.

Put simply, existence at the level of innate race old ancestors is hard to kill.

So they never even considered that, upon this first contact, the innate monster race side could capture their monster ancestors.

Upon hearing the three monster ancestors say this, they only then realized that the tiger ancestor and the deer ancestor were indeed missing.

Upon seeing this, the several old ancestors of the innate devil race had their eyes wide open.

They couldn't figure it out no matter how hard they tried: how could your monster race end up like this, unable to even protect your own monster ancestors?

Just this, you damn well dare to boast about having a chance, what a thread's chance.

Even without a single exchange, these several old ancestors of the innate devil race quickly reached a consensus: they absolutely cannot continue to involve themselves with these monster ancestors now.

This is just a bunch of good-for-nothings, ah; if we waste another word with them, we might end up getting dragged in ourselves.

If they can't even protect their own monster ancestors, what else can we expect from them?

So having a chance? That's just a fart.

Without even thinking, these several old ancestors of the innate devil race immediately refused in stern words.

Enough, no more nonsense; my devil race will from this moment on no longer interfere in this matter. You monster race, quickly send over the compensation, or my devil race will not let it rest.

By now, the best course is only to cut losses in time; wasting another word is a disrespect to one's own life.

Having said that, these several old ancestors of the innate devil race turned and intended to lead their subordinates away, while the three monster ancestors hurried forward and said.

Hold on, why are you rushing? We really still have a chance.

But regarding this, those several old ancestors of the innate devil race, without even thinking, gritted their teeth and shouted.

What a worthless hope; handle your monster race affairs yourselves, the devil race is out.

You monster race had better not think of reneging on the compensation, or else if we show up in person, it won't be just a simple price.

Having said that, the devil race left, and only a remnant of monster race troops remained in this starry expanse.

The three monster ancestors' faces were extremely grim, and they silently cursed.

A bunch of good-for-nothings, they don't even dare to give it their all.

But they've all left now; saying this is useless, so the three monster ancestors could only exchange a glance, and one of them asked in a low voice.

What do we do now?

First go back, then we'll discuss long-term.

What about the tiger ancestor and the deer ancestor?

They should be able to hold out.

As fellow monster ancestors, they had long ago mutually refined each other's essence blood.

If the essence blood is not dispersed, that proves they are still alive, somewhat like the human race's life lamp.

If the lamp is not extinguished, it proves the person is not dead.

Saying this, the three monster ancestors each silently nodded; without the devil race, they had not even considered rescuing people.

The human race from Beyond the Heavens is truly too strange; we'll wait until we return to the myriad heavens to discuss further.

Thus, these defeated and fleeing innate monster race returned in disarray to the myriad heavens, with no intention of rescuing.

As for this batch of innate monster race inside the Immortal Realm, ever since Ye Zhangqing made his move, they have been eating in comfort every day.

In the first few days, the tiger ancestor was so angry he jumped and kicked, cursing nonstop.

But later, more and more innate demon beasts tasted this food and could not control themselves.

Even if the tiger ancestor scolded angrily or even struck out, these innate monster race acted as if they didn't care.

Scold if you want, hit if you want, but this food I must eat.

The tiger ancestor was so angry he grimaced.

But now everyone has become prisoners; even if you are a monster ancestor, your prestige has plummeted, and more and more innate monster race refuse to comply.

Having no choice, the tiger ancestor seemed to have grown accustomed; each time a disciple of the Dao One Immortal Sect came to throw in food, it lay on the ground with a cold expression.

Unlike at the beginning, when it neither made noise nor caused trouble, it simply watched coldly from the sidelines.

As for this, the disciples of the Dao One Immortal Sect don't care; if it doesn't want to eat, then it doesn't eat, anyway the other innate monster race have started eating normally.

See how long it can endure; there will surely be a day when it can't hold out.

And for the other innate monster race, daily food distribution is their happiest time; for some reason, the food prepared by these Beyond the Heavens human race unexpectedly suits their appetite, the more they eat the more they want, the more they eat the more fragrant it becomes, ah.

An innate demon beast, after eating, looks at its own fattened body with a satisfied expression and cannot help but sigh.

Actually, thinking about it, this place isn't bad either, ah—clothes come when you reach out, food comes when you open your mouth.

That's right, there's not much danger either.

I feel like I don't even want to leave.

Many innate monster race have expressed such sentiments, and it's not without reason.

After all, among the Demon Race, hunting and killing one's own kind is extremely normal; previously living in the Demon Race's Shenjie, besides constantly trying to improve their strength each day, they also had to always be on guard against threats from other demon beast clans.

Who knows when they might become blood food in the mouths of other demon beasts.

But in the Dao One Immortal Sect's beast pens, there's no need to worry about those things; they strictly prohibit mutual slaughter, giving you no chance to attack.

Sometimes, even when Hu Zu attacks fiercely, disciples of the Dao One Immortal Sect step in to stop him.

Next, it's the food here—simply supplied as delicious meals and drinks; many low-status innate demon beasts have never experienced such a divine life before.

Here, there's no worry about food or drink; upon reflection, it really is better than living in their own Shenjie.

Hearing these innate demon beasts' sighs, the originally coldly observing Hu Zu couldn't help but twitch his mouth, his teeth itching, and he damn well wanted to bite something—this bunch of spineless softies.

You eating is fine, but you damn well don't even want to go back after eating—that damn Shenjie of my Demon Race, you compare it to this cage before you? Is there any comparability?

A bunch of spineless things.