Looking at Qin Ming's still-youthful face, Jia Yi felt endless emotions welling up in his heart.
Whenever a crisis struck, someone from Huaxia always stepped forward.
Just as he once had, and just as Qin Ming did now.
The ability to produce tens of thousands of portions of Blood Essence in an instant was far more important than a few bottles of "Dragon Blood."
Just as Qin Ming had said, it would bring immeasurable benefits to the entire military, and even all of Huaxia.
Absorbing even the lowest-grade Beast Soldier Level Blood Essence could increase one's strength by 100 kilograms. The first dose was even more effective, and long-term use could also improve one's talent!
What did that mean?
It meant that every soldier in Huaxia—even every person in Huaxia—could become a Martial Warrior!
How many people had been stuck at the final 100, or even just a few dozen, kilograms of physical fitness required for Advanced Trainees, unable to cultivate further?
Now, a single Beast Soldier Level Blood Essence could solve that problem.
Those with slightly poorer talent would only need to absorb a few more.
Those who were naturally gifted and had already become Martial Warriors could use it to rapidly increase their strength.
How many soldiers like Lu Haochuan had suffered injuries across multiple parts of their bodies, even lost limbs, and been forced to leave the military—or died on the spot?
Too many to count!
Every year, Huaxia had to face more than twenty Level 3 Beast Tides!
Every Beast Tide had to be held back with the lives of the military!
Whether Martial Warriors or ordinary soldiers.
With Blood Essence, those who had retired due to injuries or been crippled could recover completely, perhaps even grow stronger than before.
They were true Veteran Elites, the