Alchemy & Martial Supreme

No Martial Cultivator would be able to attack with their full strength for more than an hour.    

The Martial Cultivator was made of flesh and blood. If it only used half of its strength, it could last for a long time.    

As for the previous attack, it was only possible for Huantian to attack with all his strength.    

When the Martial Cultivator attacked with all its strength, it would consume too much of its strength. Even if an ordinary Dragon Realm Martial Cultivator used all its strength, it could only hold on for a quarter of an hour.    

However, zhao Tian managed to hold on for an hour.    

He must have exhausted all of his strength.    

"The last rays of light, the trapped beasts are still fighting, he already has no energy left!" Not only was the Martial Cultivator not intimidated by the ferocious gaze of Heaven Summoning, it even roared out loudly.    

Everyone instantly came to a realization.    

Wasn't that so? Previously, no matter how much physical strength he had, zhao Tian had always looked straight and straight.    

Huantian's self-esteem was extremely high, and he didn't allow himself to show any signs of fatigue.    

But now, he was bending his waist and panting like a dog. It could be imagined that Huantian was indeed at the end of his rope, and didn't have the slightest strength to fight anymore.    

"Kill!" The Martial Cultivator who had regained their senses all rushed towards Zhao Tian, afraid that the other Martial Cultivator would beat them to it.    

"Am I going to die?" Zhao Tian looked at the Martial Cultivator charging at him. He wanted to raise his sword, but his hand didn't seem to belong to him, and didn't move at all.    

Just as the Martial Cultivator had said, he had already reached his limit. He could not even stand up straight, so how could he have the strength to continue fighting?    

He was going to die.    

He was really going to die.    

There were too many regrets in his heart that he couldn't kill Qin Ming.    

"I'm not willing to die." Zhao Tian said in a low voice. In the midst of the countless Martial Cultivator shouting, no one heard what he said. All of them were thinking of killing him.    

Huantian was certain that he was going to die.    

Even though he really didn't want to die, he wasn't willing to, but he still couldn't escape the fate of death.    

In that instant, he thought back to everything he had experienced in the past.    

He had been extremely talented since he was young, and his father loved him dearly. He hadn't let down the expectations of his family members.    

Even though he was a Saint Blood Martial Cultivator, the speed at which he broke through in martial arts was not any slower than an ordinary Martial Cultivator.    

Not only that, he was extremely intelligent, and he could understand everything.    

As he displayed his shocking talent in martial arts and extraordinary wisdom, countless Martial Cultivator fawned over him.    

Those who had an impression of him, those who had no impression of him, flashed in front of him one by one.    

His life was extremely short. All of his family members had died.    

Even his father, who loved him the most, had died because of him.    

In Huantian's mind, his father's hopeful eyes flashed.    

Facing this pair of eyes filled with anticipation, huantian's heart was filled with guilt.    

"Father. Heaven-summoning's tears streaked across his face.    

Unwillingness, regret, and hatred filled his heart.    

Finally, he opened his eyes. Both of his eyes were blood red.    

"I can't die!" A surge of power surged out from Huantian's body. He used his sword to support himself and straightened his back.    

Using all of his strength, he raised his sword high up and slashed it in front of him.    

This sword's momentum was astonishing. It contained all of his unwillingness, all of his expectations, all of his anger and hatred.    

"I must open it, I must open it!" Zhao Tian shouted in his heart.    

He didn't use this sword to kill his enemies.    

There were too many enemies. Even if he gathered all the remaining strength in his body, what was the point of killing a few Martial Cultivator? He would still die.    

There were too many enemies here. How many could he kill with 50,000 Dragon Realm Martial Cultivator?    

This sword strike was for the sake of splitting open the mystic realm passageway.    

Back when the Demon Ancestor wanted to collapse the secret realm, the secret realm was already in chaos. It had already been sealed up and no one could split open it.    

He and Qin Ming had both tried. Even if they used all their strength, it was impossible for them to forcefully open the secret realm.