Alchemy & Martial Supreme

Finally, it landed in the center of the blood pond and splashed a large amount of blood.    

"Arghh...!" Wang Biliao screamed in pain. Because of the pain, his vision became blurry, but he could still see the two Poison Demons leaving.    

"Don't go, let me go up!" Wang Biliao watched the two Poison Demons leave in despair, enduring the inhuman pain.    

He wanted to faint. As long as he could avoid this pain, he was willing to do anything.    

The hatred in the blood pond was directed at the soul, so he couldn't faint at all.    

Pain, extreme pain. Before entering the blood pond, one would never be able to imagine that there was such a terrifying pain in this world.    

The torture of skinning and pulling out tendons couldn't be compared to the torture of blood.    

Every breath felt like a year to Wang Biliao. He only wanted to die as soon as possible.    

However, the energy in the blood pond made him feel extreme pain, but it didn't kill him. It just kept torturing him.    

Hate....    

Wang Biliao's heart was filled with hatred. He hated Qin Ming, hated the Poison Demon, and hated everything in the world.    

More and more resentment seeped out of Wang Biliao's body and was absorbed by the blood pool.    

Wang Biliao didn't know that he was emitting resentment. He couldn't see or hear anything. He could only feel endless pain.    

Wang Biliao had no choice but to hate Qin Ming in his heart in order to ease the pain a little.    

He only wished that he would die as soon as possible, but why was his life so tenacious?    

While he was struggling painfully, a drop of blood at the center of the blood pool that was incompatible with the blood pool floated toward Wang Biliao as if it had a life of its own.    

This drop of blood turned a blind eye to the other human Martial Cultivators by the blood pool, but it was filled with interest towards Wang Biliao.    

He could feel the hatred on Wang Biliao's body and also felt Wang Biliao's weakness. Like a wisp of smoke, the blood entered Wang Biliao's body.    

After entering Wang Biliao's body, the blood started to merge with Wang Biliao.    

The merging process didn't make Wang Biliao feel any pain. Instead, his consciousness became clearer and the pain became stronger.    

Wang Biliao wanted to scream, but his throat couldn't make any sound.    

The night passed, and Wang Biliao felt as if he had experienced a thousand years. He felt that it had been a very long time.    

In his heart, he always thought about Qin Ming and hated him. Only hatred could support him until now.    

"I'm not dead?" Wang Biliao looked at his hand in disbelief.    

He didn't know when the rope that bound him had disappeared, but he was still alive and unharmed.    

After coming here, he had heard from the other Martial Cultivators about this terrifying blood pool.    

The blood pool had the ability to melt the Martial Cultivator's body and other things.    

As long as there was something that contained energy, the blood pool could melt. It was just a matter of speed.    

The two Poison Devils obviously wanted him to melt in the blood pond and use his flesh and blood to provide energy for the blood pond.    

To the Poison Demon, useless human Martial Cultivators would be used by trash.    

If he was thrown into the center of the blood pool, he would be treated as trash. Logically speaking, his entire body should have been melted by the blood pool.    

But now, not only was he not melted, he was standing here unharmed.    

"The blood pool has no effect on me. Not only that, I can even feel that I can absorb the energy inside." Wang Biliao looked at the blood flowing around him.