"This is really not bad!"
Standing on the city of great calamity which belonged to the Red Sun, Ji Hao was curiously stroking a golden statue.
According to Yi Di, who witnessed the power of a city of great calamity, these golden statues standing on the wall of each city of great calamity could easily shatter the earth hundreds of miles in radius, and kill over one-thousand spirit turtles, which had amazing defensive powers, with one strike.
Ji Hao gently stroked the golden statue. With his sensitive fingers, he sensed the fine grains on its surface, that ordinary people could not see. His spirit power was drilling into the statue like water flows. Ji Hao wanted to figure out the structure of this golden statue. It would be even better if he could draw a plan for this kind of a statue.