Shi Zunhou's first sentence had already struck a chord with everyone aboard the Sky Peng Horizontal.
But as soon as he uttered his second sentence, the sympathy he had just stirred up vanished without a trace...
Several more hours passed.
"The Four-winged Mist Butterfly Civilization has lost over two hundred thousand warships!"
Liu Zhi seemed to have noticed something and warned them again.
Immediately afterward, a familiar voice rang out: "Xi Sha!"
Along with the intangible wave of thought came a vast haze of milky-white light, rising from the wreckage of the one hundred thousand Four-winged Mist Butterfly Civilization warships that had just been sunk!
There were still six milky-white spheres of light, and still ten thousand intact Four-winged Mist Butterfly Civilization warships.
Several minutes later.
On the Mist Butterfly Civilization's wormhole defense line, the number of those pseudo-six-winged warships had increased by ten thousand, bringing the total to twenty thousand!
"I always thought the Mist Butterfly Civilization followed a conventional technological path.
"But now it looks like they're also masters of the 'Sacrifice Stream'?"
Aboard the Sky Peng Horizontal, Mingzhi Guangxiu's mouth hung open.
The others looked somber, no longer as relaxed as before.
It was already obvious.
The Four-winged Mist Butterfly Civilization's warships seemed a little weak, very likely because they were actually a kind of "sacrifice."
Once enough of these "sacrifices" had been made,
the Mist Butterfly Civilization could initiate that "Xi Sha" ritual.
Using the milky-white light extracted from their wreckage, they could strengthen other Four-winged Mist Butterfly Civilization warships, granting them combat power on par with the six-winged warships!
This ability hardly seemed like something a civilization on a conventional technological path could possess.
Everyone understood.
The waters behind the Mist Butterfly Civilization might run even deeper than they had imagined!
"It's fine. Even if