The most dangerous place in the entire arena was none other than where Klein was.
Compared to the cruelty of the Stone of Destruction, at least it had no intention of killing Grimm for the time being.
Otherwise, with its strength, it wouldn't have stepped not far from Grimm.
It would have stepped on Grimm instead.
Therefore, even if it made Grimm recall the shadow of his childhood, he would still feel extreme fear.
But, no matter what, at least he wouldn't die for the time being.
At least until he got tired of playing with the Stone of Destruction.
And at that moment, Klein had made up his mind to go to that empty spot.
He didn't hesitate to do so.
With a flash, he decisively dashed over.
But Klein was still one step too slow.
The cannonballs in the sky began to fall.
Whoosh--
A cannonball whizzed down towards Klein's face.
It was accompanied by a thick tail flame and a scorching temperature.
