Only a Little More!

Sinking Iron Barrier, Wu—System 21.

A Gray Scale Race man turned to ash and scattered away.

[Monster killed. Martial Arts Space Experience +10, Available Time Increase: 10 years]

Li Qingshan casually glanced over the status panel, then turned to Song Mo behind him.

"Is that all?"

"That's right!" Song Mo pulled up the light screen on his wrist and confirmed, "This round of incursions, counting all Developed Stars and Wasteland Stars, saw a total of 3,112 First-Order Rifts. Every invading member of the Alien Races has been executed."

"Only a little over three thousand rifts opened?"

A thoughtful look entered Li Qingshan's eyes as he suddenly asked, "I remember your previous estimate put the interval between incursions at three days, didn't it?"

"Indeed!" Song Mo nodded, his brow furrowing despite himself.

"The interval was estimated from the frequency of incursions over the past three years. The margin of error usually never exceeded one day."

"But this time, it came a full five days later than expected!"

"Delayed by five days, yet the number of First-Order Rifts opened was only a little over three thousand—not even half of before..."

Li Qingshan murmured, pinpricks of light gradually appearing in his eyes.

"What do you think those evil god scum have been busy with these past few days?"

Song Mo's expression froze, then he instantly understood.

"High-order rifts!"

Over the past three years, the incursions of the Alien Races had never ceased, and every rift opened required a massive sacrifice of flesh and blood.

The incursions could not have been delayed for no reason, nor could the number of opened rifts have been halved out of thin air.

There was only one possibility—the flesh and blood used for sacrifice was not enough!

As for where the missing flesh and blood had