Alchemy & Martial Supreme

Most of the human Martial Cultivators were looking at Qin Ming.    

In their eyes, Qin Ming was omnipotent, and he had created miracles again and again. Could he now create miracles?    

Qin Ming sighed slightly as he watched the human Martial Cultivator place his hopes on him.    

"That's true. The human Martial Cultivators in the Yue Xuan world are too weak. With their strength, how could they be a match for the elite Poison Demon?"    

"There are times when quantity is of great use, but there are times when quantity does not determine anything." Qin Ming shook his head slightly.    

He had also expected such a result.    

However, he did not want the human Martial Cultivator to give him a surprise like he had expected.    

After all, the human Martial Cultivators had been suppressed by the Poison Demon for a long time. Their anger could be turned into strength.    

As for the elite Poison Demons of the world of Yue Xuan, although they were very strong, they were suppressed, while the human Martial Cultivators were suppressed.    

The motives for the two battles were different, and the human Martial Cultivators should be able to make up for the gap between them.    

However, that was not the case. Even many human Martial Cultivators were filled with hatred in their hearts.    

However, after being oppressed by the Poison Demon for a long time, they were somewhat afraid of the Poison Demon in their bones.    

If everything went smoothly, they might really be able to defeat the Poison Demon.    

Once they encountered a difficult battle and a major setback, they wouldn't be able to do anything.    

Previously, when the elite Poison Demon's morale was low and their combat strength was not strong, the human Martial Cultivator had killed some of the elite Poison Demon.    

However, after the elite Poison Demon resisted, the human Martial Cultivator retreated.    

"It doesn't matter. If the human Martial Cultivators retreat, the spirits won't retreat. The human Martial Cultivators are not strong enough, but there are so many of them. Even if they pile up, they can still kill the Poison Demon." Qin Ming gritted his teeth and finally used his trump card.    

He didn't want to summon the spirits to fight.    

Many spirits died in the maze, and many of them sacrificed themselves in vain in order to kill Sikong Dai.    

Qin Ming didn't want the heroic spirits to sacrifice themselves again.    

But there was no other way. These human Martial Cultivators lacked a force, a force that they could imitate and become the mainstay of their team.    

Qin Ming summoned forty thousand Divine Beast Realm heroic spirits.    

Initially, he had a portion of the Divine Beast Realm's middle heroic spirits, but most of them had died in the previous battle.    

The current level of heroic spirits was only at the early stage of the Divine Beast Realm, and it could be said that they were far weaker than the elite Poison Demon.    

However, Qin Ming was not worried at all.    

He pointed his finger in front of him and shouted, "Kill!"    

After receiving Qin Ming's order, the heroic spirits charged toward the elite Poison Demon without hesitation.    

They did not care how strong the enemy was. They only knew that Qin Ming had ordered them to attack, and that was enough.    

The human Martial Cultivator was very disappointed to see forty thousand Divine Beast Realm spirits come out.    

They hoped that Qin Ming would be able to create a miracle and turn the tide.    

But what use would forty thousand new early stage Divine Beast experts be to the entire war?    

One had to know that they had over two million Divine Beast Realm human Martial Cultivators, and among these human Martial Cultivators, many of their martial arts realms surpassed the early stage of the Divine Beast Realm.    

The addition of forty thousand early stage Divine Beasts could be said to have little to no effect on the entire team.    

So Qin Ming summoned forty thousand heroic spirits, although they didn't know how he did it. They were surprised and disappointed at the same time.    

What could forty thousand early stage Divine Beast heroic spirits do?