In truth, most of their Tongtian Tokens were made by slaves, and demand was generally low.
But they had agreed to the Demon Emperor's terms to save their lives.
Now it seemed like nothing but a pitfall-one they could fall into but never climb out of.
In the end, the Demon Emperor chose a group combat art, Thousand Spirits.
And a single-target combat art, Blade Slash.
As for the remaining few, sorry, but they could only go make Tongtian Tokens.
After learning several combat arts, the Demon Emperor frowned and asked, "How long until your race launches its campaign against us? How many will come?"
This was a secret of the Angel Race. He had refrained from asking earlier because he did not want to sour their relationship, though it was more a small tactical maneuver.
After all, the more they invested, the less willing they would be to lose this opportunity.
They had already taught him so many combat arts.
It would be such a waste if they were killed over this information.
Sure enough, the angels frowned and discussed it in hushed voices.
"It's not that big a deal anyway. They'll come down sooner or later."
"But doing that would be tantamount to betraying the Angel Race. We'll probably be cursed for it."
"Is there any shortage of Fallen Angels? Who knows how many there are already? A few more won't make a difference."
"As long as we survive. At worst, we'll just be Fallen Angels for the rest of our lives."
Determination appeared on their faces.
They had also made a difficult decision.
"Esteemed powerhouse, this isn't too much of a problem. After something happens to us, those above will probably react in about two days."
"The Angel Race reacts very quickly."
"But you needn't worry. Coming