"Five hundred million crystals will be enough to synthesize all the angels again!"
Locke's eyes lit up.
He was looking forward to seeing what kind of angel would be formed when the Throne and the wise angel combined again.
After a while, the five angels all returned.
The previous small demon city had disappeared, leaving only a large rectangular pit.
"It's so clean!"
Locke's eyelids twitched when he saw the big pit.
Although it was a little unnatural, he was still very gratified that his angel team could deeply understand his idea of making money.
This small demon city was all made of fine iron. If all the fine iron was sold out, it would be worth at least hundreds of millions of crystals.
Thinking of this, Locke felt relieved.
"Retreat!"
As soon as Locke gave the order, they disappeared from where they stood.
After a while, the demons found out the situation of this city and immediately reported it to the nearest demon city.
About fifteen minutes later.