The Spoils Division! Spirit Hall Wants the People Hunting Me? Su Chen: Whoever Comes Dies!

The foul air of the Withered Bone Wasteland was scattered by the night wind, while a bonfire burned at the bottom of the crater.

The dancing flames illuminated the spoils piled into a small mountain.

Multicolored Soul Power lights intertwined, dazzling the eye.

The accumulated wealth of the Holy Spirit Cult headquarters and the Sun Moon Empire's two great Soul Engineer Corps was all here.

Storage Soul Tools, high-grade fixed-installation Soul Cannons, rare metals, and most importantly—dozens of extremely high-quality soul bones.

The Abyss Court gathered around the bonfire.

Su Chen sat at the head, casually poking at the fire with a tree branch.

Qian Renxue sat to his right, her gaze resting on those soul bones, her expression calm.

The Six Abyssal Generals were arranged on either side, their breathing noticeably heavier.

Su Chen tossed down the branch and raised his right hand.

A left arm bone radiating terrifying dark golden light flew out of the pile and hovered in midair.

Four hundred and seventy thousand years, [Dark Golden Terrorclaw Bear · Xiong Jun's Left Arm Bone].

"Jiang Tieyi."

"Here!" Jiang Tieyi abruptly rose to his feet and wiped the grease from the corner of his mouth.

"Yours."

With a flick of Su Chen's finger, the left arm bone turned into a streak of dark golden light and slammed directly into Jiang Tieyi's left arm.

Jiang Tieyi let out a low roar as his body swelled again. His muscles burst through his shirt, and thick dark golden patterns emerged across his skin.

He swung his left arm, tearing five pitch-black spatial rifts through the air, which refused to close for a long time.

"Hehe." Jiang Tieyi grinned foolishly and scratched the back of his head. "I won't need a pickaxe for mining anymore."

Su Chen ignored him and tapped