Although they did their utmost to hold back their speed, their base abilities were simply too high.
The six hours of labor soon drew to a close.
Inside the enormous metal baskets, the number of spirit crystals was climbing at an unbelievable rate.
Overhead.
Several Integration-stage black-armored overseers responsible for this area had gathered together, sweeping their divine sense over the tens of thousands below who worked like ants.
"These Ascendants from the Lower Realm get worse with every batch." A scar-faced overseer snorted, rolling two spirit crystals in his hand. "Look at that fire-user over there. After all that digging, he's only scraped out eight low-grade spirit crystals. He can't even meet the bare minimum."
"Relax. Let them go hungry for a few days and take a few lashings. Their potential will squeeze itself out naturally." Another overseer, tall and thin, idly studied the Formation Disk in his hand that tallied their output.
Suddenly, the tall overseer fell silent.
He frowned and slapped the Formation Disk hard.
"What's wrong?" the scar-faced overseer asked.
"Is this damn Formation Disk broken?" The tall overseer pointed at a changing figure on its light screen, the corner of his eye twitching. "Area Seven, Team 108. Total output... seven hundred and thirty-six?"
"How many?!" The scar-faced overseer's voice shot up, and he nearly crushed the spirit crystals in his hand.
Seven hundred and thirty-six?!
These overseers knew better than anyone how hard the rock walls were. Even if Integration-stage overseers like them went down and dug without using spiritual power, a full day of backbreaking work would yield a hundred or so at most! For a ten-person team of early Deity Transformation recruits, meeting the daily quota of a hundred and fifty was considered a pass.
Seven hundred and thirty-six? Had a pack of