Alchemy & Martial Supreme

As for the three ancient clans, because they had a large number of Alchemists, they were able to concoct a large amount of healing pill.    

Furthermore, they were very wealthy, and could buy large amounts of pill in the human world.    

Although the quality of the pill was relatively poor, having it was still better than having nothing.    

Even if the quality was inferior, it could still heal the injuries on one's body. It would only take a little longer.    

Without sufficient resources, the Golden Mysterious Macaque Clan was getting weaker and weaker. It seemed like they would not be able to hold on any longer.    

However, no one in the family wanted to surrender. Everyone knew that the Golden Mysterious Macaque Clan and the three ancient clans would not rest until they died.    

If they had handed Qin Ming over three years ago, the three ancient clans would have left immediately.    

But now, there was a deep-rooted hatred. The Golden Mysterious Macaque Race would never let go of the three ancient races if they had the chance.    

Similarly, the three ancient races were also worried about the rise of the Golden Mysterious Macaque and their revenge.    

Therefore, it was not because of Qin Ming, but because one side was going to be destroyed.    

Thinking of this, Jin Zhi'an sighed again.    

If it was just an ancient race, the Golden Mysterious Macaque race would not be afraid.    

However, with the three ancient races combined, no matter how deep the Golden Mysterious Macaque race's foundation was, they would not be able to compete with them.    

If the resources couldn't be compared, the number and strength of the Martial Cultivator were also far from being comparable.    

It was already very difficult for them to persist until now just by relying on the defensive formation.    

Although half of the Golden Mysterious Macaque's clansmen and most of the experts in their families had died, the three ancient races weren't in a good situation either.    

The Tyrant Ape Clan had lost a total of fifty thousand Divine Beast Realm clansmen. The Mermaid Clan and the Gray Bird Clan had also lost thirty thousand each.    

The total number of deaths of the three ancient races was about one hundred and ten thousand.    

The Golden Mysterious Macaque Clan had lost seventy thousand Divine Beast Realm warriors and seventy thousand Divine Beast Realm warriors.    

In comparison, the number of deaths of the Golden Mysterious Macaque tribe members was far less than that of the three ancient races.    

However, after many of the Azure Bird and Mermaid tribe members had died, many experts were transferred from the family.    

There were still two hundred thousand Divine Beast Realm experts outside. As for the Golden Mysterious Macaque Race, even if all the Divine Beast Realm experts were included, there were only seventy thousand of them.    

The human Martial Cultivator had sacrificed a lot in these three years. Out of the 50,000 Divine Beast Realm experts, there were less than 5,000 of them now.    

In fact, even if the three ancient races had two hundred thousand Divine Beast Realm masters, the Golden Mysterious Macaque race would not be afraid.    

However, they did not have enough resources. Most importantly, they did not have enough healing pill. They were exhausted and could not fight back.    

As long as the formation was not defended and the three ancient races rushed in, with 70,000 of them, the consequences of fighting 200,000 Divine Beast Realm warriors would be unimaginable.    

"Brother, Father asked you to come to the meeting hall." Jin Zhizhi came out from his family. When he saw the miserable scene on the battlefield, his face had long turned white.    

He looked at his brother worriedly. There were countless wounds on his body, many of which were still bleeding.    

After thinking for a while, Jin Zhi Zhi took out a healing pill from his bosom and handed it to Jin Zhi An, "Brother, use this pill."    

The members of the Golden Mysterious Macaque Clan who were lying on the ground looked at the pill in Jin Zhian's hand with a longing look on their faces.    

Many of them were seriously injured.