Alchemy & Martial Supreme

Even if it was just collecting the corpses, Qin Ming would still count their contributions.    

There was no living Poison Demon outside, so the chances of them collecting the corpses would be high. Naturally, they were all eager to do so.    

Soon, a group of Martial Cultivators were selected to come back. They carefully went out.    

Although they felt that the Poison Demons would not be lying in ambush, they were still very careful.    

After all, war was no child's play.    

"Kill!" Suddenly, a wave of shouts sounded. A large number of Poison Demon puppets rushed out from the surroundings.    

Before the Martial Cultivators who were collecting the corpses could react, they were surrounded.    

"Oh no!" Qin Ming shook his head.    

Those Martial Cultivators who went out were destined to die.    

Although the strength of a single Poison Demon puppet was very weak, if a large group of Poison Demon puppets besieged them, it was impossible for them to rush out.    

And it was also impossible for him to order everyone to rush out just for these people.    

War was destined to sacrifice a portion of the people. He was the Alliance Master, and he had to consider the entire Alliance. He could not lose sight of the bigger picture.    

A benevolent person could not command soldiers, and a righteous person could not command wealth...    

Qin Ming sighed.    

The Martial Cultivators below were anxious when they saw that the people outside were being ambushed.    

Although they were anxious, they held their weapons tightly, but they did not dare to rush out.    

If they rushed out now, they would not be able to return.    

Under the circumstances of having a large number of enemies outside, the defensive formation would definitely not be opened.    

In other words, they would also be locked outside.    

Unless they killed all the enemies outside and confirmed that it was safe, the defensive array formation would not be opened.    

The Martial Cultivators watched as their companions were killed one by one, and their hearts were bleeding.    

The Poison Demon's blade slashed on their bodies, as if it was slashing on their bodies.    

Many Martial Cultivators held bows and arrows in their hands and aimed at the Poison Demon Puppets.    

However, they did not dare to attack.    

Because if they were mixed with the Poison Demon Puppets, their attacks would most likely hurt their own people.    

Although there were more Poison Demon Puppets, if they attacked, they would most likely fall on the enemies.    

However, attacking their own people was not very righteous. Before they received the order, they did not dare to attack.    

"Ah!" The miserable screams of the Martial Cultivators rang out incessantly. Many of them were inside the defensive array formation and did not want to see their companions die. They closed their eyes sadly.    

One by one, the Martial Cultivators died.    

They did not ask for help, because they knew that the Martial Cultivators inside could not save them.    

Once they came out, they would not be able to return.    

When they came out to collect the corpses, they had already calculated that once they were ambushed, they would be attacked and would die outside.    

Even if the Martial Cultivators inside the defensive array formation could save them, before they figured out the true intentions of the enemies and how many people were lying in ambush, they definitely could not come out to save them.    

They could not let everyone fall into danger just because of a small number of them.    

The Martial Cultivators screamed and crazily attacked in fear, but no one begged the alliance to open the defensive formation.    

"Alliance Master, attack, attack them, don't care about us!" A Martial Cultivator suddenly shouted, "I would rather die in the hands of my own people than die in the hands of the Poison Demon Puppet."    

"Alliance Master, give the order to attack!"    

Hearing that, the other Human Martial Cultivators who were surrounded also shouted loudly.    

"Alliance Master, give the order to attack, kill them to avenge us."    

"Kill! Don't care about us!" The Martial Cultivators shouted.