Alchemy & Martial Supreme

After he flew down, he could see everything clearly.    

Qin City was completely destroyed. It was the most miserable city he had ever seen.    

Even if the Martial Cultivators in the other cities were killed by the Supreme Poison Demons, the cities would still be in good condition.    

The Poison Demon Clan wanted to rule the entire Supreme World. Therefore, the cities that were built now would belong to them when the Poison Demon Clan had almost killed all the Martial Cultivators in the Supreme World.    

In addition, compared to these elite Poison Demons, the human Martial Cultivators in the Supreme World were too poor. There was no need to destroy the entire city just to get a little bit of wealth.    

Therefore, Qin Ming could see that most of the cities that were destroyed by the Poison Demons were still in good condition.    

However, the Qin City in front of him was not like that. The Qin City was in tatters.    

If he didn't have the map, and although the Qin City was in tatters, the area was very large. Qin Ming would have thought that he had found the wrong place.    

There were obvious signs of burns on the Qin City. There were even flames burning.    

Qin Ming waved his hand and used the powerful law of fire to extinguish the flames in the Qin City in a short period of time.    

However, after extinguishing the flames, there were billowing thick smoke. Qin Ming used the law of wind to completely extinguish the smoke.    

After he extinguished the flames, many Martial Cultivators poked their heads out.    

Qin Ming could see that many of the Martial Cultivators were crippled and their faces were haggard. They had suffered a great blow.    

When they saw Qin Ming and Qin Xuan, the Martial Cultivators' eyes lit up.    

"Qin Ming?" Some of the Martial Cultivators recognized Qin Ming.    

Qin Ming nodded. "I'm here. I'm late."    

These Martial Cultivators were too miserable. When he saw their haggard appearance, Qin Ming felt his heart ache for a moment.    

He was used to death. He had seen cities being destroyed more than once.    

"Qin Ming, it's really Patriarch Qin Ming!" The Martial Cultivators shouted.    

"Hurry, hurry up and come out. Patriarch Qin Ming is here. We are saved."    

"Don't hide inside anymore. The fire has been put out by Patriarch Qin Ming."    

"Quickly come out."    

"..."    

The Martial Cultivators came out one after another. When Qin Ming saw them, there were actually over a thousand people.    

There were also Martial Cultivators coming from afar. They were covered in dust and dirt. Some of them needed to support each other to walk.    

Qin Ming even saw some of them crawling on the ground. His legs were broken.    

"Patriarch." The Martial Cultivators came to Qin Ming's side and looked at him eagerly.    

"Sigh..." Qin Ming sighed, "It's good that you guys are alive."    

Qin Ming did not know what he should say or do.    

They were too miserable.    

Qin Ming saw someone carrying the corpses of their relatives.    

They should all be living in Qin City. Now that Qin City was gone, what about their relatives?    

Either they were killed, or they were captured by the Poison Demons.    

Their family members were gone, and they had become like this.    

"Patriarch Qin Ming." A Martial Cultivator knelt on the ground and looked at Qin Ming with pleading eyes, "Can you let me join the alliance?"    

Hearing the Martial Cultivator's words, Qin Ming frowned slightly.    

These Martial Cultivators were very pitiful. Most of their family members had already died.    

However, Qin Ming felt very uncomfortable to make them feel pitiful and let them join the alliance.    

"Alliance Master," the Martial Cultivator said again, "I don't ask for anything else. I just want to kill the Poison Demons!"    

"My family members are all dead. I only want revenge in this life!"