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Chapter 371 Everyone Shows Their Magical Powers

boom--! ! !
The violent explosion didn't come from beside their ears, but from the deepest part of their feet, savagely climbing up their bones and flesh, instantly seizing everyone's hearts!
The entire top floor of the hotel seemed to be gripped tightly by an invisible giant hand, shaking violently.

The smooth, mirror-like marble floor beneath our feet emitted a teeth-grinding cracking sound, and spiderweb-like cracks spread wildly outwards from the center of the explosion.

The massive crystal chandelier, weighing several tons, emitted a dying groan during the violent tremor, and countless glittering shards of crystal rained down like a storm, mingling with the horrified screams of the socialites and noblewomen, instantly turning the scene into chaos.

"what--!"

"Enemy attack! It's an enemy attack!"

Zhang Chulan's mind was buzzing, and the impact of the explosion made him stagger.

His body reacted much faster than his brain; a thick, solid layer of golden flame erupted from his body, instantly stabilizing his posture.

"Clang clang clang!"

Several large crystal shards, each the size of a human head, struck the Golden Light Mantra with a dull thud, yet they could not budge it in the slightest.

The light from the Golden Light Mantra tore through the thick darkness around him, allowing him to see the chilling sight above his head.

On the ceiling, the once magnificent reliefs and murals are "melting," and thick, blood-red liquid with a sweet, pungent smell is constantly seeping out and dripping.

The liquid fell to the ground, but instead of splashing, it writhed, gathered, and grew like a living thing!
Even more terrifying, on the ceiling, from the bloody slime, were strangely shaped silhouettes struggling to emerge, as if trying to squeeze out from the other side of the wall.

Their shapes are twisted and bizarre; some have disproportionately long and thin limbs, while others have faces that scream silently, like a collection of countless imprisoned vengeful spirits.

"Holy crap! What the hell is this?!"

Even though he was used to all kinds of scenes, Zhang Chulan was still so horrified by this hellish sight that he screamed.

"Oh? It seems to be a specialty of Japan."

"With 'fear' as its bone and 'thought' as its flesh, it commands ghosts and gods... the shikigami of the Onmyoji."

The sound of the clarinet rose beside him, as steady as ever.

His imposing body remained motionless, as if the tremors beneath his feet and the surrounding chaos had nothing to do with him.

Before he finished speaking, the fully formed shikigami on the ceiling fell down like ripe fruit.

They emitted silent shrieks, and their mental shocks swept across the entire venue like a tidal wave, launching an indiscriminate attack on all living beings in the hall.

In an instant, screams, roars, chanting of spells, and the sounds of limbs being torn apart intertwined, composing a symphony of despair.

"Damn it! My magic... I can't sense the elements anymore!"

A Western archmage dressed in an elegant suit was horrified to find that the blazing fireball he had just gathered in his hand had gone out completely after flickering twice, and then he was pounced on by a three-headed, six-armed shikigami.

"It's a barrier! Damn it! It's the Onmyoji's 'Amanokinaka' barrier!"

The head of the Ishikawa family of the Fish-Dragon Society cleaved a one-eyed shikigami that lunged at him with a single slash. Feeling the stagnation within his body, isolated from the outside world, he immediately cursed with bloodshot eyes.
"They've isolated this space! All spells that require external energy will be greatly weakened!"

The so-called barrier is one of the techniques that Onmyoji are most skilled at.

Unlike the self-contained cultivation system of Eastern Qi practitioners, which is based on internal processes, many Western schools of thought, such as magic and alchemy, are more like levers that require external elements, energy, or contracts with certain beings to exert their power.

Within this barrier, their power was suppressed by more than 90%!
Seeing the representatives of those extraordinary organizations from various countries, who were usually high and mighty and could shake the world with a stomp of their feet, now entangled in all sorts of unheard-of shikigami, flustered and in a sorry state, with some even being torn to shreds in a few breaths, Ishikawa Shin's heart sank straight to the bottom.

The attackers' purpose was obvious: they wanted to wipe out everyone here!
Those who stand here today are all influential figures in the world of supernatural beings.

If they were all here... it would be a devastating blow to the entire world's superhuman landscape!

On this stage of despair, built of blood and ghostly figures, just as everyone felt a chill and thought the end of the world had come, a wisp of eerie blue flame suddenly ignited in the center of the chaos.

At first, it was just a tiny spark dancing on Zhuge Qing's fingertip, so faint in the eerie banquet hall that it seemed as if it could be extinguished at any moment.

But when it lightly landed on the first shikigami, the dark blue flames seemed to have found the most delicious fuel, and suddenly surged, instantly devouring the blue-faced, fanged monster.

There were no screams, no struggles. The spirit of the shikigami, composed of "fear" and "thought," was rapidly decomposed and evaporated in the flames, leaving not even a wisp of black smoke. Strangely, after the flames consumed the shikigami, they landed on the luxurious carpet without causing any damage, as if it existed only in another dimension.

This fire does not harm physical objects, but only burns spiritual entities... It is called Samadhi.

Tiny blue flames drifted out from Zhuge Qing's body, like living dandelions, precisely searching for those ferocious shikigami.

In an instant, the entire banquet hall seemed to be drenched in a rain of blue flames, with each drop signifying the annihilation of a ghost.

That eerie blue rain of fire became the only, and most deadly, light in this dark hell.

Those strange beings from various countries who were still struggling to hold on stared blankly at the Eastern youth surrounded by eerie blue flames, who looked like a god descending to earth. Their eyes were filled with the shock of surviving a catastrophe and indescribable admiration.

However, Zhuge Qing, who was in the spotlight, remained unmoved. He didn't even glance at the incinerated shikigami, but calmly ordered Wang Ye and the others beside him: "The attackers are in this building. Find them."

"Hey, got it."

Wang Ye smiled lazily, looking like he had known this all along.

The next moment, he made a hand gesture.

hum!
Centered on Wang Ye, an invisible, enormous array composed of Bagua symbols and the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches instantly unfolded, covering the entire top-level space.

The barriers of Onmyoji are very similar to those of Qimen Dunjia, both based on Yin and Yang and the Five Elements. The only difference is that the barrier is a completely closed world.

Given the characteristics of the wind, breaking it wouldn't be difficult...

"break!"

With a soft shout from Wang Ye, the stagnation and isolation that enveloped everyone shattered with a roar.

……

Meanwhile, in a dark room on a certain floor of the hotel.

Several figures dressed in white hunting robes and wearing tall hats sat cross-legged around a complex magic circle, maintaining some kind of ritual.

Suddenly, the leading Onmyoji shuddered without warning, as if struck in the chest by an invisible hammer, and spat out a mouthful of blood, his face filled with disbelief.

"puff--!"

"Your Excellency!"

The companion next to him was horrified.

"The barrier...the barrier has been broken?!"

He gasped in shock, his voice filled with a horrified disbelief that defied all reason.
"From within... How is this possible! How could such unreasonable methods exist in this world..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

"Wow~ You guys are pretty good at hiding things, huh?"

A deep male voice, tinged with a hint of mockery yet also chillingly cold, rang out behind them without warning.

The sound wasn't loud, but it was like an ice pick, precisely piercing everyone's eardrums.

The Onmyoji were startled, their hair standing on end, and they turned around abruptly.

In the deepest shadow of the room, a figure in a white shirt stood there, seemingly having been there from the very beginning.

He slowly raised his head, the lenses of his gold-rimmed glasses reflecting the faint light seeping in from the window, and behind the lenses, his eyes gleamed with a scarlet light as if they were a demon from hell, ready to devour anyone who dared to cross them.

"Alright, Xiao'er."

Another, more steady and deep voice came from the doorway. The burly figure of the clarinet, like an iron tower, completely blocked the only escape route. He cracked his wrists, producing a series of popping sounds.
"The boss said, capture him alive. Let's finish this quickly."

(End of this chapter)