"Fang Heng, an interesting strength. Even though I'm not in my best state, I've already played all my trump cards. I believe your true strength is more than this. There's no need to continue—this time, I admit defeat."
As he spoke, Sura gradually let his strength dissipate on his own, with blood continuously oozing out from his skin.
But this time, Sura's body no longer healed itself.
"I hope you can inherit the will of our race... and allow us to further evolve and survive..."
Fang Heng looked at Sura gradually releasing his strength, and also let go of his grip.
In fact, he wasn't as relaxed as he seemed.
His ultimate skill, Everlasting Moon, had indeed not been used yet. Various sacred study and necromancy abilities hadn't been activated either. But to deal with someone like Sura, whose stamina and physical enhancements were taken to the extreme, aside from Everlasting Moon, most of his other abilities were only supportive at best.
