Why Are You Natives Fighting Among Yourselves, Yet Expect Me, an Invader, to Mediate?

"Not good. Mara is using a blood sacrifice of half the Federation to transform into Calamity Rank." Ke Lan hurried over to find Lu Xingshi.

Yesterday, he had still been slaughtering his way through Jing Prefecture, yet today he was back in Quan Prefecture.

He only had five days of leave in total. After Lu Xingshi finished verifying things and restarted the experiment, Starvation Ghost naturally brought him back.

Only after witnessing Starvation Ghost's true power did Ke Lan understand that the power of Starvation Ghost he had used back then had been no more than one ten-thousandth of its true might.

"Oh, I know." Lu Xingshi's reply was calm.

By his estimates, if Mara had been driven into a corner and used the conventional method Lu Xingshi had slipped in to advance, sacrificing half the Federation was indeed a little excessive.

Logically, around Three Great Prefectures should have been enough. The reason it had spread to half the Federation was probably because Mara had been like a dog driven over a wall, thinking that failure meant death anyway, so he might as well go all out.

That thought had likely only arisen after Ke Lan went to Jing Prefecture and caused a scene.

Then, this time, Ke Lan's Future File had taken a sharp turn for the better, and accordingly, he had gathered some intelligence.

"Teacher, that's half the Federation. You absolutely have to stop him." Seeing Lu Xingshi's indifferent attitude, Ke Lan's expression was clearly filled with urgency.

"According to my calculations, half the Federation is indeed too much. He needs at most Three Great Prefectures." Lu Xingshi spoke.

Ke Lan froze when he heard that, then carefully studied Lu Xingshi.

This so-called analysis was telling him the bottom line: Mara had to be given Three Great Prefectures.