Kluse's right arm fell to the ground, and the flames attached to his hand quickly burned.
In just a few seconds, his whole arm turned black and gray.
Then Karaman snapped his fingers, and the remaining flames began to surge again, frightening both the Divine race and the ogres around him. They quickly dodged.
The flames had just displayed a powerful power, and no one wanted to touch these things. Otherwise, even if they didn't die, they would be severely injured.
Finally, the flames returned to Karaman's hands.
At this time, Karaman's eyes were full of contempt. In front of everyone, he triumphantly swallowed the flame in his hand.
This kind of flame was very powerful. He had obtained it from the eastern divine world.
Seeing that Kluse had lost an arm, Karaman laughed and said, "In the past, you could defeat me only because of the fusion of many powerful flames. Otherwise, you wouldn't have been my opponent."
Thinking of his previous failure, Karaman felt very unhappy.