After shattering the black Excalibur, the ten-meter-wide Spirit Bomb had barely been depleted.
When Medea and the others saw Yoru Machi crush Black Saber's Excalibur with overwhelming force, they had thought he had victory firmly in his grasp and had even begun cheering.
However, when they saw the Spirit Bomb blocked by Avalon and reflected back, Sakura, Medea, and the others felt their hearts seize up again.
Everyone had already witnessed how powerful the Spirit Bomb was. Its might rivaled the release of an EX-rank Noble Phantasm, and anything before it was as fragile as tofu.
Even Avalon, hailed as the strongest defensive Noble Phantasm, shattered completely while reflecting the Spirit Bomb.
How was Yoru Machi supposed to withstand such a powerful attack?
"Damn it! Why did the King of Knights recover such a troublesome Noble Phantasm? Wasn't it lost in the legends?"
Hearing Medea's curse, Shirou Emiya and Rin Tohsaka beside her both looked visibly uneasy.
A magic circle appeared beneath Medea's feet as she prepared to use transfer magecraft to reach Yoru Machi. In terms of defense, the Golden Fleece might not match Avalon, but it was still an EX-rank Noble Phantasm. She could not simply watch Yoru Machi die before her eyes.
Yet just as Medea was about to act, Yoru Machi, suspended in midair, moved even faster.
What confused everyone even more was that, faced with the reflected Spirit Bomb, Yoru Machi not only did not dodge but actually charged straight toward it!
"Let me tell you: the Spirit Bomb only locks onto evil energy. It cannot do much harm to those who harbor justice in their hearts, and can even be reflected once more!"
Yoru Machi flashed before the Spirit Bomb. As he spoke, he drove a flying knee into it, warping the Spirit Bomb