By the time the battle had dragged on, the middle-aged man had transformed into a black-and-gold great roc with three heads. His hands and feet still struck fiercely at Lu Xiaotian, while all three heads pecked at his vital points. This Devil Roc was evidently so proud that he could hardly accept being unable to deal with a mere junior Golden Immortal under these circumstances.
In this close-quarters fight, Lu Xiaotian was already doing well just to match his opponent blow for blow with his limbs. Now that the other party had revealed three Devil Roc heads, Lu Xiaotian could barely hold his own. His opponent's cultivation was ultimately a level higher than his. If not for Lu Xiaotian's Primordial Spirit being even stronger than the Devil Roc's, he would have been unable to withstand him long ago. Even so, a powerful Primordial Spirit could not decide everything in a fight, especially when his cultivation was still an entire major realm lower.
Under the Devil Roc's relentless assault, Lu Xiaotian drifted backward to the stern of the narrow boat, finally evading the opponent's fatal strike.
"An Emperor Xiao Devil Roc?" Lu Xiaotian studied the ferocious Demonic Beast before him and understood a little better. Whatever Demonic Beast had set its sights on Yan Ji could hardly be ordinary. This fellow had likely come from the Devil Realm, hoping to get something from her.
"You've got some knowledge, little one. Looks like you only advanced recently. If your foundation weren't still so unstable, and my true form weren't absent, I might not have been able to deal with you." The Emperor Xiao Devil Roc eyed Lu Xiaotian with interest.
Although revealing his true form just to force Lu Xiaotian back was somewhat unsporting, he had at least driven his opponent off.