Just at this moment, the music also came to an abrupt end.

This void became extremely quiet, which made Umet even more panicked.

He found that he could not even hear a sound. The too quiet space was even more terrifying than the blows he had given him by the noisy music just now.

Umet's mood became extremely irritable, and the calmness that the sharpshooter was most proud of had disappeared from him.

Suddenly, Umet turned his head, looked at a dark corner, and shouted loudly: "Ling Lan, I know you are there. Don't pretend to be a ghost! If you have the ability, come out and compete with me again!"

Only Umet's hysterical voice echoed in the space, but there was no response.

Now Umet finally collapsed. He knelt on the ground with his knees, his eyes full of despair.

"Kill me, 'Voice of Hell', give me some fun!"

Umet let out a wail.

"What a boring guy!" Ling Lan's voice sounded in the audience at this time.

Umet's face changed drastically. He quickly looked up and saw that Ling Lan was indeed standing in the center of the venue.

Ling Lan waved her hand and the darkness that enveloped the battlefield disappeared without a trace.

Umet finally saw Ling Lan clearly at this time.

The wounds in Ling Lan's body were still oozing blood, but his expression was very relaxed, and it seemed that it did not cause too fatal damage to him.
Chapter completed!