Alchemy & Martial Supreme

They all knew that this was a crucial moment, and whether or not they could defeat the Poison Demon would depend on this counterattack.    

"It's a pity that there are only four Martial Cultivator. It would be great if we had more helpers." A Demon Hunter thought to himself.    

Although that was what he thought, he was actually very satisfied.    

When he found out that there were other people, what he was most worried about was that they were the people of the Poison Demon.    

That was truly terrible.    

Although there were only four Martial Cultivator helping them, the sudden appearance of the Martial Cultivator would lower the Poison Demon's morale and increase their morale.    

This way, they might have a chance to turn defeat into victory.    

They could only hope that the four Martial Cultivator could hold on for a while longer. The longer they could hold on, the more beneficial it would be for them.    

"Only four Martial Cultivator, and you still dare to charge at us? You really don't know the difference between life and death!" The leader of the Poison Demon team waved his hand.    

Immediately, a portion of the Poison Devil's group charged towards Qin Ming's group of four.    

"Kill them all, kill these damn Demon Hunters!" The leader of the Poison Demon's group no longer cared about the four reckless Martial Cultivator. Instead, he focused all of his attention on the battle in front of him.    

In his mind, he only needed four Poison Demons to deal with the four Martial Cultivator. However, he had sent eight of them just now. Killing the four Martial Cultivator that appeared out of nowhere would be a piece of cake for him.    

It was a pity that the sudden appearance of these four Martial Cultivator had boosted the morale of the Demon Hunters. It had given them a glimmer of hope and despair.    

What he needed to do now was to eliminate all hope for the demon hunters.    

"Bang, bang, bang..."    

A series of muffled groans came from behind him. The Poison Demon, who was the leader, was stunned.    

The eight subordinates he had just dispatched were all wielding swords and sabers. They would not make such muffled groans.    

Turning around, he discovered that the two men in the lead were really fierce.    

A Martial Cultivator wearing boxing gloves would take away one of his subordinates with every punch. Each punch carried a gust of wind. It was really powerful.    

The other Martial Cultivator holding a staff was also very powerful. His staff was wide open and wide. No matter if it was smashing into weapons or the Poison Demon's body, it could send the Poison Demon flying.    

In a few quick moves, he only had two subordinates left.    

These two subordinates were only able to escape death because their opponents were two women.    

However, those two women were not easy to deal with either. They forced the two subordinates to retreat, and they were about to lose.    

"Stop them!"    

At this moment, the leader of the Poison Devils discovered that the two Martial Cultivator were heading straight for him. He immediately ordered loudly.    

The Demon Hunter on the other side also noticed the unusual situation on the other side. When he saw Qin Ming and Fang Zhu fighting in all directions, his morale immediately soared.    

"Kill..."    

The Demon Hunter let out a continuous roar and launched a counter-attack against the Poison Demon's team.    

This way, the Poison Demon's value in front and behind was reduced to nothing, and it was forced to retreat.    

"Who are you people?" The leader of the Poison Devils stared at Qin Ming with his eyes wide open and asked loudly.    

This Martial Cultivator was really too ferocious. Although it was at the Snake Realm, its strength was far from what a Snake Realm Martial Cultivator of the same level could compare with.    

With every punch, there would definitely be a subordinate who would die. If the other party charged at him, would he be able to block it?    

"Qin Ming, he can't be Qin Ming, right?" The leader of the Poison Devils suddenly had a thought. He looked at Qin Ming carefully.    

Although his appearance was completely different from the portrait on top, the boxing gloves and attack moves he used were exactly the same as the description on top.    

Could it be that he was the Qin Ming that he had been looking for all this time?