Di Niao the Demon Roc was seething with hatred, yet there was nothing he could do. Under normal circumstances, asking a demon roc like him to compete with a true dragon in physical strength was indeed making things difficult for him.
If he had lost in a battle against another Dragon Lord-level expert, Di Niao the Demon Roc would still have been convinced.
But the person before him was Lu Xiaotian—the man who, upon entering the Immortal-Demon Battlefield, had been forced to seek shelter under other powers and had only barely managed to escape with his life from Di Niao the Demon Roc's hands.
How many years had passed? Yet his opponent had actually dealt him such severe injuries in a head-on clash.
Forcibly suppressing the humiliation in his heart, Di Niao the Demon Roc's figure flashed, and in the next instant he appeared at the edge of the collapsing sacrificial altar's abyss. At the very moment he vanished, a flying sword followed close behind and cleaved into it as well.
"Have they decided the winner?" Purple Toad Demon Emperor stared blankly at the chaotic battlefield before him. Di Niao the Demon Roc was clearly in an extremely dire situation—he had actually fled into the sacrificial altar's abyss without even having time to retrieve his law demon weapon or that astonishingly powerful demon saber.
However, Lu Xiaotian also looked severely wounded. At the level of power possessed by Di Niao the Demon Roc and Lu Xiaotian, unless life and death had been completely decided, there were bound to be many variables.
"It's still unclear." Lei Peng Hall Master shared much the same thought as Purple Toad Demon Emperor. A cornered beast would fight to the death, let alone an expert like Di Niao the Demon Roc.
No matter how severely