Atop the platform, Luo Huan was still suppressing 4th Night. The spectators could see that she had no intentions of letting go. Despite her beautiful countenance, the spectators couldn’t help but feel a trace of coldness creeping in their hearts, does she really want the life of 4th Night?
Being suppressed for such a long time, 4th Night should be suffering from asphyxiation.
“He has already been defeated, why are you not letting him go?” Sikong Mingyue cast his gaze onto Luo Huan as he icily spoke.
“I’ve not heard his admission of defeat.” Luo Huan laughed, “what happens if he attacks me after I release him?”
The cold glint of light in Sikong Mingyue’s eyes intensified, but Luo Huan’s actions were not against the rules. However, the extent of her suppression was such that 4th Night didn’t even has a chance to speak.