Currently, aside from Sector 069, Sectors 021, 047, and 081 were all marked with signs of Minor Sky Rifts emerging—though this coincided with a gradual drop in Micro Sky Rift activity across certain zones.

Ye Thirteen watched the developments with neither joy nor worry, his expression perfectly calm.

Then, in the next instant, Sectors 007 and 101 suddenly flashed with suspected Minor Sky Rift markers!

Ye Thirteen’s brows furrowed slightly. He snapped a screenshot.

Using his phone’s drawing tool, he connected all six locations—and his face instantly paled.

He stood, walked to Qu Yi, and asked,

“Where is this?”

Qu Yi turned, studied his screen for a moment, then replied,

“Looks like People’s Park. City C’s largest park is nearby—I remember it.”

Ye Thirteen nodded sharply.

“Let’s go check. After a Minor Sky Rift appears here, Sector 069 won’t spawn another Sky Rift today.”

A Minor Sky Rift drained nearly all special energy within dozens of miles—otherwise, it couldn’t last over a month.

Theoretically, Sector 069 was now inert.

Demons could only reappear through that Minor Sky Rift.

But Ye Thirteen had already installed a magic ring band on it. Any demon emergence would trigger an immediate alert. No need to panic.

Today was the first time Qu Yi saw such seriousness in Ye Thirteen’s eyes. She quickly asked,

“Uncle, what’s wrong?”

Ye Thirteen’s voice turned grave.

“I suspect this energy tide eruption was deliberate. Someone triggered Southgate Garrison’s energy tide in a precise pattern.

And at the center of this hexagram… a higher-grade Sky Rift might form.”

One zone hosts only one Sky Rift. But the convergence point of multiple low-grade rifts can birth a stronger one.

Ye Thirteen knew this—but never imagined someone would dare engineer a Sky Rift.

He refused to believe bustling Southgate Garrison could spontaneously gather massive energy and erupt in such a calculated pattern.

Those lunatics… damn them.

“A higher-grade Sky Rift?!”

Qu Yi and the other two girls’ eyes widened in shock.

If a Minor Sky Rift was this terrifying… what about something stronger?

They couldn’t finish the thought. All three stood and gripped Ye Thirteen’s arms.

Seeing their big, watery eyes, Ye Thirteen gently patted each girl’s head with a reassuring smile.

“Relax. A Major Sky Rift? Impossible. Across the entire Blue Star, fewer than ten have ever appeared.

No chance one forms here.”

Lai Yingxin rolled her eyes.

“Sounds like you’ve personally seen one, Uncle.”

Han Xiangxue bit her lip, worry clear.

“Even if it’s just a Medium Sky Rift… can we handle it?

Minor Sky Rifts usually spawn Third or Fourth Rank demons—max Fifth.

But Medium ones? Fifth and Sixth Rank everywhere… maybe even Seventh Rank.”

Uncle was strong, but facing a Seventh Rank demon? Even if he won, it wouldn’t be easy.

And who’d deal with the rest?

Han Xiangxue felt utterly numb.

Sensing their unease, Ye Thirteen added calmly,

“Don’t worry. Reinforcements from the Imperial Capital are en route. They’ll handle it once informed.”

Lai Yingxin’s eyes lit up.

“Right! Over a dozen Soldier Rank experts are coming!”

Qu Yi and Han Xiangxue finally exhaled in relief.

Qu Yi immediately contacted headquarters.

Per Huang Ying’s recent order, all Sector 069 communications went straight to her.

At that moment, Huang Ying had just wiped out a warren of Ice-Skin Rabbits. The Minor Sky Rift here swarmed with Third and Fourth Rank ones.

With a Soldier Rank officer and an Ace instructor working together, cleanup was swift.

Blood still on her gloves, she directed the transport team while answering Qu Yi’s call.

Qu Yi’s energetic voice rang out:

“Reporting to headquarters! Sector 051 may develop a Medium Sky Rift! Please verify immediately!”

At “Medium Sky Rift,” Huang Ying froze.

Good thing she wore a headset—any phone would’ve slipped from her hand.

After a beat, she snapped back.

“Confirmed?!”

“Not confirmed, but highly probable! With the Minor Sky Rift active, Sector 069 won’t see new rifts today. We request permission to support Sector 051!”

Qu Yi kept it cautious—it was Uncle’s theory. Overclaiming could get him penalized.

But “highly probable” was enough to demand serious attention.

And Huang Ying was taking it seriously.

After all, Qu Yi’s trio held special status—and the extraordinary young man beside them lent weight to the report.

If he stood with them, the likelihood was high.

Huang Ying had almost refused. Not due to Sector 069’s safety—post-Minor Rift, no new rifts would form there. That was doctrine.

She hesitated because the girls were too young to face a Medium Sky Rift.

But remembering that capable young man, she swallowed her refusal and declared firmly:

“Approved! But you follow your instructor’s orders—no exceptions.

Ordered to retreat? Retreat immediately. Disobey, and you’re dismissed from the Patrol Squad.

We have no place for insubordination.”

Qu Yi snapped to attention.

“Yes, Director!”

Huang Ying nodded.

“Stay sharp. No rushing. Imperial Capital reinforcements should arrive soon.”