After dealing with the three Black Mages, Ang found no one left in the cave who could threaten him.
He stepped across the rubble-strewn ground and moved soundlessly through the dim passage, heading straight for the room containing the Magic Teleportation Array.
Dim yellow magical light shone over the intricate array patterns. Several precious Space Stones were embedded around the base, giving off faint spatial fluctuations.
Ang crouched down and carefully inspected the array's structure. Then he placed his palm over the Space Stones and slowly poured magic power into them.
A faint hum sounded, and the Space Stones immediately lost their glow, allowing Ang to pry them out with ease.
Without the Space Stones to support it, the magic array instantly became badly damaged and completely lost its teleportation function.
Ang then violently destroyed the array base as well, leaving no possibility of restoration.
He stored the Space Stones in his Magic Waist Pouch, then searched the room. Before long, he found a pile of Mithril ingots in a corner.
The dark silver metal gleamed coldly beneath the magical lights. More than thirty pounds of it dropped heavily into Ang's Magic Waist Pouch.
This Mithril was worth at least twenty thousand magic crystals on the market. It was undoubtedly a huge fortune.
After dealing with the magic array and the Mithril, Ang returned to the Black Mages' room and searched through their Magic Waist Pouches one by one, transferring all useful magical materials, scrolls, and potions into his own pouch.
Unfortunately, these Black Mages seemed to have already been squeezed dry by the Black Magic Society. There was nothing particularly valuable in their pouches.
After checking everything and confirming that he had missed nothing, Ang began making magic bombs.
He took out the magic materials he had prepared beforehand