After warning Luo Zheng, Zong Yi began searching for desolate bones.
Mi Qing and Ji Ming each chose a direction as well.
Everyone had different ways of searching for desolate bones. Mi Qing held a small, round mirror in her hand. Faint fluctuations of Desolate God Power emanated from it. Through that direct sense, she could determine the general location of the desolate bones.
However, the mirror's precision seemed lacking. Even after determining the direction, Mi Qing often had to search for quite some time.
By comparison, Ji Ming's method was far more brutal.
Ji Ming took a Nail Rake over a hundred zhang long from his Sumeru Ring. After activating the Desolate God Power within his body, he transformed into a giant a hundred zhang tall.
He swung the Nail Rake, plunged it into the ground, and constantly turned over the bones scattered across the earth.
The ground plowed by the Nail Rake was left with furrows. After the bones had been raked through, pieces of small desolate bone clung to the Nail Rake.
Searching for desolate bones this way was naturally very efficient.
Mi Qing and Zong Yi gazed at Ji Ming's hundred-zhang-long Nail Rake, faint envy showing on both their faces.
Ji Ming had indeed been born into a good background. He belonged to a major sect under the Chi You Clan, and the Nail Rake in his hands was not something an ordinary Desolate God could possess.
The other three had already begun, so Luo Zheng naturally could not remain idle.
Compared with the various methods of the others, his only reliance was Divine Sense.
Whether in technique or strength, their use of Divine Sense was on an entirely different level from Luo Zheng's.
After choosing an area, Luo Zheng stood above the pile of bones