The surroundings instantly quieted down.
Only the flames were burning.
Both sides were waiting.
They were the most experienced hunters, waiting for the opponent to reveal a flaw and then deliver a fatal blow.
Suddenly, a flame moved.
It was very small, just that the flame slightly deviated from the predetermined burning direction, but it immediately turned back.
An ordinary person wouldn't be able to notice such a tiny change.
But Klein saw it.
No, he should have felt it.
It was the wind!
From the moment he entered this place, there was no wind at all.
Then, what else could have triggered the deviation of the flame?
Klein immediately brandished his Golden Firestorm Saber.
The red saber was like a rubber as it swung towards the flames.
Clang!
The sound of metal clashing resounded throughout the area.
