Alchemy & Martial Supreme

Qin Ming's help was always so "unintentional."    

Just like the Heroic Spirit Pill from before, just like the last blow left for him now.    

If Qin Ming wanted to steal his credit, it would be very easy.    

However, Qin Ming did not do so.    

He felt very lucky to be able to become a member of the Alliance and work for Qin Ming.    

Qin Ming was much better than the other half-step supreme beings of the Poison Demon Clan.    

"Let's go and get rid of the elite Poison Demon!" Qin Ming said with a smile.    

With Hua Yuanliao in tow, Qin Ming flew from the sky to the battlefield.    

The morale of the human Martial Cultivators rose even higher when they saw Qin Ming approaching.    

Qin Ming and Hua Yuanliao raised their heads high in the air.    

"It's Huo Jing's head."    

"It's the head of Elder Poison Demon." The human Martial Cultivator exclaimed when he saw the heads in the hands of Qin Ming and Hua Yuan Kui.    

Elder Poison Demon was very strong, and they had been worried that Qin Ming and Hua Yuankui were no match for them.    

After all, they had fewer people than the other party.    

Of course, they knew that Qin Ming was very strong, so they were not overly worried.    

What they were most worried about was that if anything happened to Qin Ming, they would lose this war.    

It didn't matter whether or not he killed the three elders of the other party. The most important thing was that Qin Ming would be fine.    

"Alliance Master Qin Ming is back!"    

"Alliance Master Qin Ming has returned with the heads of his enemies. The elite Poison Demons don't have the strength to surpass peerless experts. They will lose without a doubt."    

"Good, this is great. We are sure to win this war!"    

The Martial Cultivators were excited and cheered.    

So Qin Ming went to the front of the line, so that as many human Martial Cultivators as possible could see him.    

Every human Martial Cultivator who saw Qin Ming had a smile on his face and was full of confidence in this war.    

Before this, they didn't have much confidence that they could win this war.    

Qin Ming bet again and again on the morale of the elite Poison Demon, raising it again and again, until it finally reached its peak and attacked.    

They had an absolute advantage in terms of morale, but they still didn't have much confidence in themselves.    

In their hearts, the Poison Demon was very powerful.    

They had fought back countless times, but they had never defeated the Poison Demon of the Moon Pavilion World.    

The repeated defeats made them doubt themselves.    

Were human Martial Cultivators inferior to the Poison Demon?    

Would human Martial Cultivators be enslaved by the Poison Demon for the rest of their lives?    

This lack of confidence was very obvious.    

Even if they saw the hope of victory, they would not be confident. They would not dare to grab this hope, afraid that it would turn into bubbles.    

Now, Qin Ming had killed all the elders of the elite Poison Demon.    

They would definitely win if Qin Ming returned victorious.    

Qin Ming walked up to the elite Poison Demon and looked down at them from above.    

His gaze swept over the crowd, and his face was iron-blooded.    

Many heroic spirits had died.    

Qin Ming's heart bled when he saw that there were less than ten thousand heroic spirits left.    

The battle was too intense, and in order to boost the morale of the human Martial Cultivators, the heroic spirits rushed at the front, leading the human Martial Cultivators to charge at the Poison Demon.    

The effect was very good, but the losses were also very great.    

Qin Ming could hardly see many heroic spirits active on the battlefield.    

Qin Ming saw that every human Martial Cultivator looked at the heroic spirits with admiration.    

The heroic spirits conquered the human Martial Cultivators with their actions.    

The martial arts of the heroic spirits were only at the early stage of the Divine Beast Realm, which was much weaker than most human Martial Cultivators who had reached the Divine Beast Realm.    

Even though they were weak, they had earned the sincere admiration of the human Martial Cultivators.