Followed by a muffled boom, the golden brick landed heavily on Yi Shen’s face before he could even clearly see Po’s move.
Yi Shen’s body was extraordinarily tough. The golden brick smashed heavily on his face but only generated puffs of fire sparkles. Yi She’s head slightly moved backward and the golden brick was bounced back nearly a hundred meter high, drifting back to Po’s hands.
“What a hard face!” Po said in surprise while conveniently swinging that golden brick.
That a foot in square golden brick wasn’t a magic weapon or tool. Instead, it was just a metal block smelted from the pure and raw materials that Po collected when traveling across the world, and by the essence fire generated from Po’s own body. The metal block was just stored by Po as a material for crafting tools.