Gaining a Divine Dragon mount was certainly a joyous occasion, and Lin Hao was excited, but he hadn't forgotten about Zhou Quan, who had been holding back the beasts outside.
This chubby guy was tough, but he was no match for the horde of monsters.
"Come with me." Lin Hao didn't have time to communicate much with the Flame Winged Dragon, threw it out of the Divine Cauldron with a wave of his hand, then leapt out himself.
The Five-Colored Mountain Range, where previously melted rocks had finally re-formed, saw a fist-sized little cauldron flashing with light amidst the pile of chaotic stones, followed by a Flame Winged Dragon soaring into the sky, growing rapidly with the wind.
In the blink of an eye, the Flame Winged Dragon regained its hundred-zhang size, flapping its wings in the sky. But it looked much more sluggish than before, and no longer carried the domineering aura of a King.
