The sea of fire was shattered by the combined efforts of Dewitt and the others.
The tier 9 geniuses all had ugly expressions on their faces.
What was the meaning of this?
Were they looking down on them? They even wanted to challenge everyone at the same time.
They were too arrogant!
However, they did not join the battle.
As saint level disciples and tier 9 geniuses, Dewitt and the others all had their own pride.
"Hehe," Pryce laughed out loud in anger.
It was a great insult for Joelson to still have the energy to attack others in the face of his attack.
"Holy light thorn!"
Pryce shouted loudly. The holy light Rose like a tide, condensing into pure white spikes that grew rapidly.
Pryce's attack was like forcefully splitting open a white thorny bush.
Every single white thorny spike shone with a golden light, giving off the feeling of being scorched by the scorching sun.