Zhengzhi the Wind God-Will You Drink This Bowl of Chicken Soup?

"Ha ha, wonderful! This is truly wonderful!"

After receiving Long Fan's nod of confirmation, the chubby Maitreya Buddha smiled so broadly that he looked positively benevolent.

He was laughing to his heart's content.

It was not simply because a Demon God had been slain.

More importantly, he had seen a beam of light—a dawn light capable of truly illuminating the Saint Demon Continent.

If Long Fan had personally killed this fairly highly ranked Demon God, Li Zhengzhi would not have been this overjoyed.

After all, the Wind Devouring Demon God was not particularly strong in his eyes.

Much less Holy Knight Captain Long Fan, who was even stronger than himself.

But Long Fan had remained in this space the entire time.

Neither a clone nor something like a Mental Spirit Body had ever been released.

Then there was no doubt that this Demon God had been killed solely by one of his teammates.

This indirectly proved that the Twilight of the Gods Demon Hunt Squad's reputation was no empty boast.

Setting aside Long Fan, who had dared to venture deep into the Demon Capital and assassinate the Star Demon God.

Every one of his other teammates possessed the ability to independently kill Demon Gods ranked above the ninth tier.

This was undoubtedly the best possible shot in the arm.

"Now it seems that Old Yang's choice back then was indeed correct.

"Not only you, but your Demon Hunter Squad as well, are worthy of such an investment from the Alliance."

As he said this, Li Zhengzhi sprawled loosely across the sofa.

He was lying there in the posture of a chubby Ge You, looking relaxed and at ease.

"Very good. You are truly very good.

"Of course, you still have some way to go.

"But I am deeply gratified, because