Turning the Tables

Even Fan Lang found it exhausting to deal with such a threat, because he had to devote his full attention to refining the Dao Seal and could not afford too much distraction. The Heavenly Dao had arranged this calamity precisely to interfere with him.

"A Zi, come out and guard me!" Fan Lang ordered.

He would be a fool not to use such cheap labor.

A streak of purple light flew out and took the form of an armored young girl. It was A Zi, the Sky Covering Demon Dragon.

She had long since been thoroughly tamed and had lost her temper. After coming out, she obediently did as she was told, transforming into her dragon form and spreading her wings to shield both Fan Lang and the Dao Seal within them. She guarded Fan Lang and resisted the surrounding tornado calamity.

"Fan Lang, the Heavenly Dao really doesn't like you. First it was Acid Rain, and now it's a storm. The Heavenly Dao keeps finding new ways to deal with you. I think you'll probably die at the hands of the Heavenly Dao someday. Once you're dead, this dragon will be free," A Zi said gleefully.

"Keep talking nonsense, and I'll make your stomach hurt," Fan Lang threatened.

"Fine, fine, I won't say anything. Wait and see. We'll see how long you can keep jumping around," A Zi snorted coldly.

Though she took verbal advantage whenever she could, A Zi still fought the calamity with all her strength. These tornadoes were simply too powerful. If she did not give it her all, even she would suffer.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The tornadoes raged wildly, like tens of thousands of steel blades dancing through the air. They slashed against A Zi's wings, cutting open their surface.

A Zi's regenerative ability was astonishing.