Alchemy & Martial Supreme

"Alliance Master, I don't have any relatives."    

"All my relatives were killed by the Poison Demon."    

"I originally wanted to take revenge for my relatives, but I didn't expect that I would die before killing a few Poison Demons."    

"I don't want to die. I still want to kill the Poison Demon. I want to break through to the Half-Supreme Realm!"    

The Martial Cultivator begged Qin Ming, his eyes filled with the desire to live.    

No one wanted to die.    

Especially this Martial Cultivator who was so young and had a promising future. He was truly unwilling to die like this.    

The only person who could save him was Qin Ming!    

Looking at the begging face of the Martial Cultivator, Qin Ming really had an impulse to give him the remaining spirit energy in his mind. He could save one for each person he saved.    

However, he could not.    

There was very little spirit energy in his mind. It was the spirit energy that he had released during the time he was speaking.    

Most importantly, he had not fully recovered yet.    

Qin Ming was very clear that if he wanted to win the Poison Demon Clan and obtain the greatest reward in this war, he could only choose not to save anyone.    

The difference between the Human Martial Cultivator's foundation and the Poison Demon Clan was too great. He could not be careless.    

Once he was careless and gave the remaining spirit energy to the Martial Cultivator, the other Martial Cultivators would definitely need it too.    

He could not be biased. Once he gave this Martial Cultivator the spirit energy, the other Martial Cultivators would also need it.    

In this way, as long as he had the spirit energy, he would treat the injuries of the Martial Cultivators and save one for each person he saved.    

At that time, the Martial Cultivators would not be able to save much, but his injuries would not be healed for a long time.    

The Poison Demons were only probing them to exhaust their strength. They did not even send out a Half-Step Supreme Realm expert.    

If he used all of the Heroic Spirit Energy to heal the Martial Cultivators, when the Half-Step Supreme Realm experts came out, how would he deal with them?    

Qin Ming was very clear that he had to recover as soon as possible so that he could prepare for the upcoming battle.    

"I'm sorry, I can't save you." Qin Ming shook his head with a bitter smile.    

The Martial Cultivator looked at Qin Ming in despair and nodded slowly.    

When Qin Ming apologized to him, he understood that Qin Ming could not save him. No matter how much he begged, it would be useless.    

Qin Ming sighed and looked at the countless Martial Cultivators who had fallen to the ground. He said loudly, "Today, all the Martial Cultivators who died in battle will be supported by the Alliance."    

"The promise I made in the past will still be effective. I will nurture your descendants to become Divine Beast Realm Martial Cultivators."    

"In the future, if I break through to the Supreme Realm, your children will have the priority to break through to the Half-Step Supreme Realm."    

Hearing Qin Ming's promise, the Martial Cultivators were silent.    

This was the best thing Qin Ming could offer. They were happy in their hearts.    

At least, after they died in battle, their relatives did not have to worry.    

Unless Qin Ming also died in battle and the entire Alliance was destroyed by the Poison Demon Clan.    

If that was the case, then even if their relatives were alive, it would be meaningless. The Poison Demon Clan would control all the worlds.    

At that time, even if they hid in the periphery of the Supreme World, they would not be able to live well.    

They were not fighting for Qin Ming, but for themselves, for the entire Human Race.    

It was not easy for Qin Ming to give up so much.    

The other forces, such as the Poison Demon outside, were all used as cannon fodder.    

After obtaining benefits, these experts would enjoy them first. When he was strong enough and no longer wanted them, he would distribute them to others.    

Sometimes, they ate meat, but their subordinates did not even have a mouthful of soup.