Alchemy & Martial Supreme

However, Qin Ming didn't see any blood in the city.    

After the Poisonous Demon Clan killed their people, it was impossible for them to start cleaning up the city before the war even ended.    

No matter who it was, they wouldn't spare any energy to clean up the battlefield before knowing whether they could win or not.    

However, there was no blood in Shenxiong City, which was very unusual.    

Qin Ming thought that the Poisonous Demon Martial Cultivator would use the corpse to do some evil things.    

Thus, he searched the entire Shen Xiong City, but he still couldn't find the corpses of the human Martial Cultivator.    

This was very strange. Finally, Qin Ming found the source of the resentment underground, and also the corpses.    

The human Martial Cultivator that was killed by the poisonous demons in Divine Xiong City were all underground.    

A sizable blood pool had formed underground, and there were many white bones floating above the blood pool. In a very short period of time, these white bones were completely melted by the blood pool.    

Looking at the blood pool, Qin Ming understood that this was the work of the Poison Devil.    

Near the blood pool, he saw a lot of Poison Demon Martial Cultivator and human Martial Cultivator. They were locked in cages by Poison Demon, and their bodies were bound by metal chains.    

"What are they doing?" Qin Ming looked at these Poisonous Demons, not understanding why they wanted to bring the human Martial Cultivator to the blood pool.    

If they wanted to sacrifice the human Martial Cultivator to the blood pool to increase the energy in the blood pool, they wouldn't need to go through so much trouble.    

The energy in the blood pool was very strong, and it was controlled by a formation. If they killed the human Martial Cultivator anywhere in Divine Xiong City, the Martial Cultivator's corpse would be sucked into the blood pool and become a part of it.    

Therefore, it wouldn't be so troublesome to increase the evil energy in the blood pool and bring the human Martial Cultivator here. All he needed to do was to kill the human Martial Cultivator in any place in the city.    

As long as the corpse of the human Martial Cultivator came into contact with the ground, the corpse would be absorbed by the blood pool.    

Just as Qin Ming was pondering what the poisonous demons were doing, he saw the poisonous demon pushing a human Martial Cultivator into the blood pool.    

Qin Ming used his divine sense to see that the human Martial Cultivator that was pushed into the blood pool had an extremely twisted face. It opened its mouth but no sound came out.    

Upon seeing this shocking scene, Qin Ming's eyes turned red. He clenched his fists tightly, trying his best to suppress the fury in his heart.    

Qin Ming knew very well about the human Martial Cultivator's body. He knew that only when the human Martial Cultivator was in extreme pain would it be unable to make any sound.    

He didn't know what the human Martial Cultivator that was pushed into the blood pool was experiencing, but he knew that the human Martial Cultivator was in extreme pain right now. It should be a torture that went deep into the soul.    

The Poisonous Demon Martial Cultivator had grabbed onto the human Martial Cultivator. If he wanted to obtain their strength, he would have to kill the Martial Cultivator and use their corpses to nurture the blood pool. Even Qin Ming wouldn't be so angry.    

However, the Poisonous Demon was actually purely torturing the human Martial Cultivator, and it was also torturing the human Martial Cultivator's soul.    

The torture of the soul was a hundred times more painful than the torture of the body.    

No matter how painful the torture on the physical body was, there were still people with strong willpower who could endure it.    

Just like when he was cultivating in the Lingyun Cave, although the pain on his body made him very uncomfortable, he still persisted in the end.    

However, tormenting the soul was a hundred times more painful than tormenting the physical body. The Martial Cultivator that was pushed into the blood pool was struggling with all its might, trying to break free from the flail with both hands.