"It's the village chief!" The remaining members of the hunting team responded respectfully.
Immediately, they scattered and charged towards the earthen wall ahead. Their large curved knives swung with strong gusts of wind, fiercely striking the wall.
Clang clang clang!!!
A series of thunderous crashes sounded.
"Hmph! You little brat, come and meet your death!" Ye Wufa growled lowly.
He reached into his chest pocket with his right hand, solemnly taking out a magic artifact shaped like a gold brick.
"Hmph! Little brat, even with all the skills in the world, in front of my gold brick magic artifact, you will still face a dead end!" Ye Wufa sneered.
With a point of a finger, the water-based Spiritual Power from inside him surged wildly into the gold brick magic artifact.
The gold brick in his hand, upon absorbing his spiritual power, spun swiftly, transforming into a gigantic three-zhang-long brick, continuously emanating a strong golden light from its surface.
