The howling gale still raged. The Black Flood Dragon kept attacking the divine artifact, the Great Bell, without giving up. But as Mo Yu had said, it was already covered in wounds. After stirring up the gale and battling Ling Tian for so long, it was utterly exhausted, and its attacks had weakened considerably. They posed no threat to Ling Tian and the others.
Still, it was unwilling to give up after coming so close to devouring Little Shiy's Heaven-Devouring Wolf bloodline and evolving further. It stopped attacking, but continued tailing Ling Tian and the others, waiting for the storm to die down before making another move.
"Why does it keep following us when it knows it can't do anything to us?" Mo Yan asked, puzzled.
Ling Tian gave a cold laugh. He saw through the Black Flood Dragon's intentions at once. "It's waiting for the storm to die down. Once it's no longer hampered by the gale, its strength will recover somewhat, and then it'll attack us again. Fairy Su Ying has astonishing recovery, so she can maintain the divine artifact for a long time. But the artifact's own Origin Power recovers rather slowly. It'll be depleted before long."
A divine artifact's Origin Power was Divine Yuan Power, an energy of a higher level than Immortal Yuan Power. Although it could absorb and convert the Immortal Yuan Power cultivated by practitioners, the conversion was slow. Under such intense expenditure, the Great Bell was already using up its reserves faster than it could replenish them.
Mo Yu and the others all possessed divine artifacts and knew their properties. After hearing Ling Tian's words, they couldn't help feeling a little worried.
"What's there to fear? Don't you still have me?" Fairy Meng Shang's eyes sparkled with confidence. "A Heavenly Absolute Body