Jias had not lost, but neither had he won. Relying on the immortality of a Daluo Golden Immortal, Roy's attacks only managed to embarrass him somewhat but did not cause substantial damage.
As his Mana was depleted, Roy's Shura Dharma Form began to fade into translucence.
Upon colliding again, the two were evenly matched. Roy shook the long knife in his hand and squinted, seemingly contemplating.
Just as Jias thought he could let off some steam, a sudden bad premonition arose in his heart. Fortunately, Luo Wencheng appeared in time.
Placing his hand on Roy's shoulder, Immortal Divine Power suppressed the restless power inside him. Luo Wencheng shook his head slightly and said, "Do not overdo it."
"Fellow Daoist, how about we stop here?"
Jias sighed in relief internally but showed an indignant expression and left with a sweep of his sleeves.
Roy was unmoved. "Although I can't kill him, suppressing him is not a problem."
