The people from the two empires and the Slaughter Divine Kingdom were also shocked by the scene in the sky.

Even if the two geniuses joined hands, they couldn't resist Bartholomew. But before this man, he could even break his shield?

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Who was he?

This was the question in everyone's mind.

In the sky, Bartholomew crazily hammered the barrier around Joelson.

Every punch was a full-strength blow but it didn't have any effect on the barrier. It could only cause a few ripples.

Soon, Bartholomew stopped his attacks. The continuous full-strength attacks caused him to be quite tired.

His entire body trembled from the intense breathing.

Bartholomew looked at Joelson again. This time, his eyes revealed a shocked expression.

After fighting against Clemente and Valentine for a long time, he was not as tired as he was now.

And now, he was already so tired from just one barrier. He had not broken the barrier, and Joelson did not even make a move.

Bartholomew did not panic. Instead, he revealed an extremely excited expression.

"Hahaha—!"

Bartholomew could not stop laughing.

After a long time, he stopped. He looked at Joelson and continued, "Only a powerful opponent like you has the value of being defeated!"

"Don't shrink away like a turtle! Go all out! Let me experience your strength!"

Bartholomew seemed to have fallen into madness as he shouted loudly.

Hearing his opponent's clamor, Joelson's expression was calm as he slowly raised a hand.

The barrier that he controlled gradually dissipated.

Seeing this, Bartholomew suddenly attacked and fiercely punched Joelson. His speed was so fast that he left many afterimages in the air.

"This is bad!"

Clemente and Valentine cried out at the same time. Their faces were ugly, and their eyes were filled with worry.

After all, for them, Joelson was their last chance to survive.

If anything happened to Joelson, they would be finished!

Seeing this scene, Joelson was not surprised at all. His face was still calm.

He raised his right hand and pressed down gently.

In the sky, countless black and red meteors fell down and smashed on Bartholomew's body.

Arcane Meteor Shower!

Bang!

Countless explosions spread throughout the entire area, shaking the void.

Bartholomew was smashed into the ground by the torrential flames, leaving a deep hole.

In the next second, Bartholomew jumped out of the hole.

But before he could make another move, another dark golden ray shot over.

Once again, it pushed him back into the hole, leaving scorched marks on his body. The molten metal that had yet to solidify burned his skin.

Bartholomew frowned slightly, but he did not panic too much. Although an attack of this level could cause him no pain, it would not cause much damage.

Just as Bartholomew was about to jump out of the hole again.

Around him, countless loud sounds were heard.

Rumble!

There was a trace of doubt in Bartholomew's heart. This sound did not sound like the sound of an attack hitting the ground. Instead, it sounded like an earthquake, as if it was coming from the Earth.

Just as Bartholomew was puzzled.

The rocks and soil around him began to tremble.

Then, a huge force suddenly came from under his feet, pushing him upward and toward the outside of the pit.

Everyone was shocked by the scene in front of them.

Whether it was the people from the two empires, the people from the Slaughter Divine Kingdom, or Valentine and Clemente.

Everyone was stunned and stood rooted to the ground, unable to speak as they watched this scene.

They could only see that all the mountains, earth, rocks, and soil within their line of sight were surging.

It was as if they were alive.

Even the earth beneath their feet was affected. They had no choice but to fly into the sky to avoid being sucked in by the surging earth.

Under everyone's shocked gazes, Bartholomew was pushed out of the pit.

All the land and mountains in sight kept pushing against each other, finally forming a huge hand that could not be described with words.

Bartholomew was right in the palm of this big hand.

When he saw the situation around him, he immediately flew up from the ground, wanting to fly out of the range of the big hand.

However, the next second, as Joelson suddenly clenched his right hand...

The big hand, which was made of earth and mountains, also clenched at Bartholomew.

Arcane Earth's Grasp!

Boom!

A loud noise made everyone's ears fall into silence. No sound could be heard.

Everyone could only see that as the big hand clenched, the void that the big hand's five fingers had cut through was completely shattered.

Only a big black mark was left, as if the entire world had fallen into the endless darkness.

Valentine swallowed hard. The scene before him caused him to involuntarily tremble.

This large hand seemed to contain enough power to destroy the entire fallen divine kingdom, yet this power was controlled by that strange man.

"Joelson!" Clemente couldn't help but call out.

Valentine looked at Clemente, his gaze filled with disbelief.

"You know him?"

Clemente nodded and said, "That's right, but we haven't known each other for very long. In the competition to enter the tomb of the sovereign, he defeated me."

"When did the Orencia Empire have such a powerful genius?" Valentine asked.

"He isn't from the Orencia Empire. He should be from some lower plane."

Hearing Clemente's words, Valentine's eyes widened, his gaze filled with shock.

Such a terrifying man actually came from a lower plane?

One had to know that cultivating in a lower plane would only be more difficult. It was also because of this that everyone wanted to enter the higher planes.

Yet, this man was able to cultivate to such terrifying strength in a lower plane. This was truly unimaginable to him.

Rumble!

At this moment, the large hand slowly opened up, returning to the original appearance of the earth and mountains.

Everyone returned to the ground, only to see that Bartholomew was already lying on the ground. His body was covered in dust but he didn't seem to have suffered much damage.

Clemente and Valentine were shocked.

Even such a terrifying attack couldn't hurt him?

But the two of them quickly calmed down.

Bartholomew struggled to get up, but he was not able to.

Although on the surface he didn't seem to be injured, at least a dozen bones in his body had been broken, and they had even pierced into his muscles and internal organs.

Bartholomew didn't have the fervor from before and his face revealed a pained expression.

His eyes were filled with hatred as he looked at Joelson.

He had never suffered such a serious injury before!

Even when he faced Wilfrid, he had not lost so miserably!