Alchemy & Martial Supreme

"That's true." After thinking for a while, Leng Qian Dong nodded.    

Why were these Half-Zhizun Poison Demons in such a hurry to fight?    

It was because their status in the family was very awkward.    

In the past, there weren't many Half-Zhizun experts in the family, so there was no hierarchy between them and they were all equal.    

But now, there were more than twenty Half-Zhizun experts. The most important thing was that they didn't break through in the Supreme Realm, so their talent in the Martial Dao was a little worse than theirs.    

It wasn't because of the side effects of the Heroic Spirit Energy.    

It was because it was too dangerous to enter the periphery of the Supreme Realm. When ordinary Poison Demons entered the periphery of the Supreme Realm, as long as their martial talent was a little weaker, there was almost no possibility of survival.    

Therefore, all the Martial Cultivators who had survived after entering the inner circle of the Supreme World were all experts among experts, geniuses among geniuses.    

And these Half-Zhizun Poison Demons who used the Heroic Spirit Energy to break through were chosen by Guang Feiling and didn't go through the elimination.    

Their strength wasn't too strong. At least, compared to them, they were much weaker.    

If they wanted to improve their status in the family, they could only rely on their contributions.    

If they could kill a human Half-Zhizun expert, that would make others think highly of them.    

The Half-Zhizun experts of the Poison Demon Clan surrounded the Half-Zhizun experts of the Human Clan and laughed arrogantly.    

There were only four Half-Zhizun experts left, Gong Zhengping, You Miao, Qin Xuan, and a thin Half-Zhizun expert, Jiang Ling.    

Only the four of them were left, the rest were all dead.    

"Surrender! As long as you surrender, we won't kill you!" A Half-Zhizun Poison Demon looked at the crowd and said.    

"It is not easy for you to break through to the Half-Zhizun realm, it's a pity to die like this. If you surrender and join our Poison Demon Clan, you can continue to enjoy the glory and wealth."    

The Poison Demons looked at them with malicious intent, waiting for them to make a choice.    

If they surrender, they would be allowed to attack the cities of the Supreme World, and their own people would deal with their own people.    

They would be very surprised to see a Half-Zhizun expert of their side bringing a large number of Poison Demons to attack them.    

After they conquered the Supreme World, they could refine them into Half-Zhizun Poison Demon Puppets.    

They had never ordered a Half-Zhizun Poison Demon Puppet, so it must be very interesting.    

It was better to deal with them like this than to kill them.    

Now that victory was in their hands, the Poison Demons relaxed their vigilance.    

The Human Martial Cultivators were all injured, and their combat strength had decreased by a lot. Now that they were surrounded by them, they were no longer a threat.    

"Is that so?" Qin Xuan smiled.    

At this moment, a terrifying figure descended from the sky, and a shadow that was as big as a mountain came down.    

"Why is the sky dark?" Everyone was puzzled. They raised their heads and saw a fist that was a thousand feet in size coming down from the sky.    

The fist was a shadow, but it was incomparably solid. Most importantly, the fist carried an incomparably powerful "Force".    

This kind of Force could not be explained, and could only be felt.    

However, when people were pressured by the "Force", they could not muster up any strength.    

All the Poison Demons and human Martial Cultivators stopped fighting. They raised their heads and looked at the fist that suddenly appeared in the sky in confusion.