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As he spoke, space began to distort.
A small car with a skull on its back burst out of the void, emitting a piercing, shrill laugh.
"Judgment! Judgment!"
Araya Sōren's expression changed drastically.
"This is... a Stand attack?!"
Deafening explosions came from all directions, and the entire barrier shook violently.
Golden light seeped from the cracks in the wall, spreading like liquid.
"impossible!"
Araya Sōren roared.
"How could the barrier be..."
Outside the apartment, Shiraishi Kawa's stunt double had completely transformed into a golden pillar of light, shooting straight into the sky.
"It's now!"
The roar of the explosion echoed within the sealed barrier.
The entire apartment building collapsed in the terrifying shockwave, with reinforced concrete shattering.
Flames danced among the ruins, the intense heat distorting the air and turning everything a hellish orange-red hue.
Kirei Kotomine stood in the center of the barrier, his black priest's robes fluttering in the heat.
He looked up at the cracks spreading across the ceiling, a sickly smile playing on his lips.
"What a beautiful sound of destruction..."
He murmured softly, his voice filled with an almost devout fervor.
"It's as if the goddess of fate is singing for me."
The falling pebbles hovered eerily three inches from his body, as if they had struck an invisible wall.
Araya Sōren's barrier is indeed unbreakable—at least on the surface.
Heavy footsteps came from around the corner.
Araya Sōren emerged from the smoke and dust, his deep purple kimono stained with dust and blood.
He formed a mudra with his right hand and pressed his left hand against a hideous wound on his chest, blood seeping from between his fingers.
"Ahem..."
He coughed up a mouthful of black blood, but his eyes burned with an even more intense obsession.
"I never expected... that you could trigger an explosion of this scale..."
Kirei Kotomine turned around gracefully, a look of cat-and-mouse amusement on his face.
"I didn't make this. It seems that besides us, there are other people interested in your little toys."
Araya Sōren suddenly looked up, her eyes filled with surprise.
He quickly formed hand seals and chanted ancient incantations.
The air inside the barrier suddenly froze, and the previously crumbling building structure miraculously stopped collapsing.
"it's useless."
Yanfeng 293 walked slowly forward, his leather shoes making a crisp sound as they stepped on the gravel.
"Your barrier is already riddled with holes. Maintaining it from collapsing has already exhausted all your strength, hasn't it?"
Araya Sōren's pupils contracted slightly.
He was indeed caught in a dilemma—maintaining the barrier meant he couldn't launch a full-scale attack, while abandoning the barrier would result in both of them being buried alive.
Worse still, he sensed that the mysterious power within the barrier was rapidly dissipating.
"What do you want?"
Huangye Zonglian asked in a deep voice, his voice like sandpaper rubbing.
"Kill me? With your abilities?"
Yan Feng suddenly burst into laughter, the sound echoing in the enclosed space and sounding particularly jarring.
"Kill you? No, no, no... My dear Mr. Araya, you overestimate yourself."
He abruptly stopped laughing, his expression instantly turning icy.
"I never wanted your life from the very beginning."
Chapter 415 fell into a passive position.
Araya Sōren felt a strange palpitation.
He quickly formed hand seals, and three invisible barrier blades slashed towards Yanfeng.
However, Yan Feng simply turned slightly to the side, and the force that was strong enough to cut through steel grazed past the hem of his clothes, leaving deep marks on the wall.
"Look."
Yanfeng spread his hands.
"With you maintaining the great barrier, even attacks of this magnitude have become so slow. Fate is truly on my side."
Araya Sōren broke out in a cold sweat.
He realized that Yanfeng was right—he had indeed fallen into a passive position.
But what unsettled him even more was Yan Feng's confident attitude.
"What on earth are you——"
Kotomine suddenly moved.
His movements were incredibly fast; he drew a silver pistol from under the priest's robe with his right hand.
The gun gleamed with an eerie blue light in the firelight.
Bang! The gunshot was deafening in the confined space.
Before Araya Sōren could even be surprised, the bullet had already struck the barrier in front of him.
A tooth-grinding cracking sound rang out, and the bullet actually left a spiderweb-like crack on the perfect barrier!
"This is impossible!"
Araya Sōren cried out in disbelief.
He had never seen a modern weapon capable of breaking through a barrier.
Kotomine blew away the smoke from the gunpowder at the hem of the skirt, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous light.
"The Origin Missile... a legacy left by someone as insane as you. Interestingly, it happens to interfere with the operating principles of your barrier."
Araya Sōren's expression changed drastically.
He sensed the lines within the barrier beginning to distort, and the originally perfect geometric structure began to show subtle irregularities.
Even more frightening is that this disorder is multiplying on its own!
"You... how do you know the structure of the barrier?"
For the first time, Araya Sōren's voice wavered.
Yanfeng did not answer, but instead raised his gun again.
This time it was a three-shot burst.
The bullets flew in a triangular pattern, forcing Araya Sōren to distract himself by adjusting the barrier structure to defend against them.
With each bullet that hit, the barrier twisted a little more, and the golden lines writhed in agony like wounded snakes.
"it's useless."
Kotomine slowly approached.
"These bullets won't kill you. After all... your essence is already that of an Origin-type monster."
Araya Sōren suddenly felt a chill.
Yanfeng knew far more about him than expected, while Yanfeng himself knew nothing about this man.
This information asymmetry is more deadly than bullets.
"Then what exactly—"
"Shh..."
Kotomine suddenly raised his index finger and placed it in front of his lips.
Listen... to the sound of the gears of fate turning.
Araya Sōren then noticed that a subtle change was taking place in the entire barrier space.
The cracks on the wall were no longer randomly distributed, but instead formed some kind of eerie runes.
The dripping liquid from the ceiling wasn't water droplets, but a viscous, fluorescent liquid.
"You... tampered with my barrier?"
Araya Sōren's voice trembled with anger.
Kotomine's smile widened.
"To be precise, it took advantage of your obsession. How ironic... Your obsession with stillness became the best catalyst for the ritual."
As he spoke, the entire space suddenly trembled violently.
Araya Sōren was horrified to discover that his connection with the barrier was being interfered with by some external force.
Those mysterious lines he had woven with his own hands are now betraying him, reforming into unfamiliar patterns.
"Impossible! No one could modify the barrier without my knowledge!"
Araya Sōren roared, rapidly forming hand seals in an attempt to regain control.
Yan Feng simply shook his head with pity.