Alchemy & Martial Supreme

They knew that they had lost this war.    

One of the two leaders had been captured by Qin Ming, and the other had died in his hands.    

The other two elders had also died.    

Although their elite team was strong, they had not defeated the human Martial Cultivators yet.    

On the contrary, the morale of the human Martial Cultivators was getting higher and higher.    

If they continued to fight like this, the final victory would definitely not belong to them.    

If they were captured, would they be thrown into the Sacred Pool?    

Before the battle began, Qin Ming had made it clear that all the Poison Demons captured by the human Martial Cultivators belonged to the human Martial Cultivators themselves.    

The Poison Demons knew that Qin Ming was collecting the corpses of the Poison Demons.    

There was a high chance that the human Martial Cultivators would kill them in the end and not throw them into the blood pool.    

But there was also a possibility that they would be thrown into the blood pool and subjected to the torture of bloodthirst before giving their bodies to Qin Ming.    

Because all Qin Ming wanted was a corpse, he didn't care what kind of torture he had gone through while he was alive, and it didn't affect him in any way.    

He didn't want to be tortured by bloodthirst, and it seemed that suicide was the best option.    

However, it was very difficult to commit suicide, and most of them didn't have the courage to do so.    

Some people refused to accept the truth.    

Most of them didn't think that they would lose. Even though the result was right in front of them, they still didn't want to believe it.    

A portion of the Poison Demon looked at Qin Ming, hesitated for a moment, and killed himself with the weapon in his hand.    

Before they died, their eyes were fixed on Qin Ming and the human Martial Cultivators.    

It was obvious that they were unwilling to give up.    

Some of the human Martial Cultivators tightened their grip on their weapons.    

"You can't win. The Poison Demon Family is invincible!"    

"For the sake of the Poison Demon Family, even if we lose, we have to kill more human Martial Cultivators!"    

"The Half-Zhizuns will definitely attack and avenge us. Kill Qin Ming, kill these human Martial Cultivators!"    

"Kill!" A group of Poison Demons suddenly shouted.    

They knew that they couldn't let Qin Ming continue.    

Qin Ming's few words were enough to make some people give up on struggling. They committed suicide on the spot because they were afraid of the bloodthirsty torture.    

If Qin Ming was allowed to continue, it was possible that their fighting will would collapse.    

They were allies, and they knew that the Poison Demon's fighting spirit could only be rekindled by repeatedly mentioning the Poison Demon Clan.    

Sure enough, after hearing about the Poison Demon Clan, the morale of the Poison Demon Clan rose again.    

They knew that they would definitely lose, so they chose to die together and fight back with their lives on the line.    

"Kill!" The elite Poison Demons held their weapons and charged towards the human Martial Cultivator.    

There were even more human Martial Cultivators whose target was Qin Ming.    

They hated Qin Ming.    

The world of the Lunar Pavilion had always been in their control, and they had always been living a good life.    

It was because of Qin Ming's sudden arrival in the world of Yue Xuan that the world of Yue Xuan was brought about such a disaster in such a short period of time.    

In the eyes of the human Martial Cultivators, Qin Ming was their savior.    

But in the eyes of the Poison Demon, Qin Ming was a disaster.    

If possible, they were willing to pay any price to kill Qin Ming.    

They knew they were no match for Qin Ming, and they rushed at him like mad.    

Even if they couldn't kill Qin Ming, they would still bite him.    

Qin Ming wanted to continue to undermine the Poison Demon's morale, but he realized that they wouldn't fall for it. They rushed toward him on the spot and made him their target.