Li Luo's toying words made Zhao Ziyang and the other squad leaders narrow their eyes.

There were about 20 to 30 teams here, close to 100 people. If everyone had a bite of the Golden Dragon Qi, it would be meaningless.

Just like Li Luo had said—it couldn't feed them all.

"What are you thinking?" Zhao Ziyang asked.

Li Luo took some time to dust off a large boulder, then he sat down on it and made himself comfortable. He stretched out four fingers. "Four teams. I'm only willing to share it with four teams. Any more, and the qi will be too faint to do anything."

"As for who these four...