The Eerie Tomie

"Sloth" revealed a chilling smile, then immediately turned and shouted toward the arena, "Moshi moshi, contestant Tomie, did you hear that? The referee has already said that as long as you show yourself, the match can continue."

"Come out quickly, or you'll be declared the loser of this match soon."

Carried by Soul Power, Sloth's voice swiftly rang throughout the entire venue. The Audience's cheers seemed as though a bucket of cold water had been poured over them, falling silent all at once.

Even Cain, who had been using a Milk Bottle to replenish her Soul Power, immediately stopped what she was doing and warily looked around the arena.

Sure enough, a Witch Cult member would not die so easily.

"Oh dear. I'd clearly wanted to stay hidden a little longer." Tomie's bewitching voice suddenly rang out above the arena.

"So she really isn't dead."

Alarm bells rang in Cain's heart as she instantly entered a combat state, activating Martial Soul Possession with the Dark Gold Three-Headed Bat King. In an instant, her body was enveloped in a layer of dark golden light. Her wings spread wide, and an overwhelming pressure rushed forth.

She pushed Ultrasonic Detection to its maximum. Invisible ultrasonic waves spread across the entire arena like a dense spiderweb, trying to capture even the slightest trace of Tomie.

Yet no matter how hard she searched, there was no third target detected by her ultrasonic waves above the arena apart from herself and the referee.

"Where the hell is she?!"

Cain grew increasingly agitated. The sensation of being watched from the shadows while being unable to find her opponent made her whole body uncomfortable, as though countless ants were crawling over her heart.

Just then, Tomie's voice, brimming with demonic Charisma, rang out again. "Why be so impatient?