Without Rank 7 or the constraints' support, the remaining soldiers were nothing more than cannon fodder that could be wiped out with a wave of the hand.
These soldiers were not System Hosts.
Rather, the System side had never sent low-ranking System Hosts onto the battlefield.
As long as they did not court death, the vast majority of System Hosts could grow stronger.
Sending them into a battle of this level while they were still weak—wasn't that just delivering resources to the enemy?
After all, Rank 7 deities were dying to get their hands on the Systems inside them.
Even if they could not use them themselves, they could still sell them for a good price.
Thus, Chen Yi's plans of scavenging for profit ended before they could even begin.
They walked across the Bronze Hall, but this time, it did not deploy any defensive measures apart from its force field.
No matter how powerful a fortress was, without anyone to defend it, it was worthless.
Bai Hu knocked on a nearby building. "Eleven, what's going on?"
Chen Yi carefully examined the area, yet he could not see the slightest difference. Even his senses detected nothing unusual.
It was as though this truly was the Bronze Hall.
Could a technique that even Chen Yi could not detect really exist?
So... constraints?
They used constraints for imitation?
It had to be said, the Reincarnators really knew how to get creative.
After Bai Hu knocked on it, faint cryptic text emerged across the building's surface.
Bai Hu quickly translated, "His luck was poor. There have always been Rank 7s stationed here, so Eleven cannot move, or he will be detected."
"There is not much information about the interior, only a few things heard from patrolling soldiers."
"After escaping from the Abyss last