The three generals had figured that out.
Naturally, there was nothing more to say.
They could only watch helplessly as that dragon robe holy artifact fell into Ling Zhan's hands.
At this moment.
Buzz!!
Before the Zero Ten Thousand Demons Tower.
Ling Zhan's figure reappeared.
"Master!"
Meng Shuang was the first to pounce on him.
"Gawoo!"
"Mii!"
Little Sacred Dragon and Little Golden Crow also waddled over on their tiny legs, following Meng Shuang as they threw themselves into Ling Zhan's arms.
Yun Man and Changyue, standing behind them, watched with great envy.
Well...
They, too, wanted to be like Meng Shuang and those two little ones—to throw themselves into their master's embrace without restraint.
But they had no choice.
The moment they dared to do that, what awaited them definitely would not be an embrace, but a flying kick.
Still, seeing their master emerge again in such an utterly crushing fashion naturally made them incomparably happy.
The Demon-Slaying Legion members watching nearby now looked at Ling Zhan with undisguised awe in their eyes.
The members present were all outstanding talents. Being able to enter the ranks of level-160-plus powerhouses at such young ages was enough to prove their aptitude.
And if things continued developing as they were now, then barring any accidents, another batch of peak level-190 powerhouses would certainly emerge in less than ten years.
There might even be a group that reached level 200 and ascended to the upper realm, where they could experience an even grander job-changing world.
Precisely because they were strong themselves, they admired those stronger than them all the more.
Right now.
They were completely convinced.
If they still stubbornly shouted that they refused to accept this, then they would be nothing but idiots.
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