"I know," Noland Lee nodded.
"Let's keep moving. I've put a protection spell on myself, so I'll be fine."
"Yes, Sir," Nolin struggled to control the Mechanos to keep up with Noland Lee.
After stepping through the Great Gate, they entered a vast space filled with purplish-black fumes.
The lighting here was extremely poor, and the line of sight was obscured by the fumes.
But luckily, the sensing ability brought about by the "Spirit" attribute was still active.
Noland Lee calmed his mind and carefully sensed the condition of each part of the Grand Hall while using the Deconstruction Technique to explore the way ahead.
"This is the transport belt of the Metal Capsule Warehouse...
"That's a Mechanical Arm that has fallen to the ground...
"An overturned Storage Shelf, pipelines that transmit Soul Energy, Array nodes that adjust the energy flow rate..."
In Noland Lee's perception, these items had all become paralyzed, and they were disrepair, as weathered by the ravages of time.
