Boom!
Boom!
Boom…
The Shinigami suddenly felt the ground of Seireitei tremble beneath their feet, as if some monstrous force was about to break through from below.
Jūshirō Ukitake's expression changed drastically. He exchanged a glance with Unohana Retsu before quickly grabbing Shinji Hirako with his left hand and Kensei Muguruma with his right, carrying them under his arms. Unohana also grabbed Mashiro Kuna and Love Aikawa by the collars of their Shinigami uniforms and swiftly lifted them.
"Get out of here! Don't stay beneath the battlefield!" Ukitake called out as he ran, carrying the two Shinigami, while Unohana followed closely, reminding the others not to linger near the battleground.
The Shinigami who had come to provide support were puzzled, as they were quite far from the main conflict. However, seeing the grim faces of the two captains, they quickly followed Ukitake and Unohana, moving away from the area.
Suddenly, the ground began to heave and crack as if something was about to burst through from beneath.
*Boom! Boom! Boom!*
The Shinigami who had just fled from the battlefield felt the ground shake violently. When they looked back, they saw the buildings at their previous location being blown away. Massive pillars of flame, over thirty meters in diameter, erupted from the ground and shot into the sky.
The intense heat reflected on their faces, causing them to quicken their steps even further.
Columns of fiery heat pierced through the ground of Seireitei, reaching up to the heavens. In the sky, Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto, holding Ryūjin Jakka, charged at H'el once more. The clash of swords and flames sent shockwaves through the air, creating a violent tempest.
Yamamoto's strikes with both hands were even stronger than those with one hand, his overwhelming spiritual pressure as oppressive as a mountain, threatening to crush everything in its path.
Their battle raged from the sky down to the ground, their blades cutting through the air and cleaving the solid buildings in half. The upper parts of these structures were sent flying, burning as they ascended into the sky, while nearby buildings crumbled under the immense pressure, breaking apart and burning to ashes.
After a fierce clash, both combatants were momentarily pushed back, each standing on opposite ends of a rooftop, blades at the ready.
"Hell of Blazing Heat!" Yamamoto bellowed, pointing Ryūjin Jakka at the three thousand spheres behind H'el.
H'el raised an eyebrow, immediately sensing the impending destruction of his Three Thousand Worlds and the terrifying energy waves that followed.
His mind raced.
The three thousand dark spheres began to blur, becoming more ethereal.
Massive pillars of flame converged towards the Three Thousand Worlds in the sky, gathering in an instant before exploding.
*Boom—*
In the skies above Seireitei, where the pillars of flame converged, a gigantic fireball erupted, engulfing all of the dark spheres of the Three Thousand Worlds, burning fiercely.
All the Shinigami in Seireitei stared in shock at the enormous, sun-like fireball in the sky, their eyes wide with disbelief. The scorching heat from the explosion sent hot winds blowing across the ground, leaving them stunned and parched, unable to speak.
Against the backdrop of the huge fireball, casting long shadows over them, H'el and Yamamoto stood firm on the rooftop, their clothes billowing in the wind, unaffected by the blazing sun-like heat above them.
"Your target is my Three Thousand Worlds?" H'el asked, his expression calm, his zanpakutō still burning fiercely in his right hand, the flames on it like a gentle tigress.
"If I can prevent your Three Thousand Worlds from absorbing spiritual particles, leaving you without a source of energy, you'll only be consumed by my flames," Yamamoto replied, his tone solemn, his grip on Ryūjin Jakka steady as he glared at H'el.
The massive currents of air blew past them, whipping their clothes around. The huge fireball that had cast its shadow over them gradually dissipated, revealing the clear blue sky above Seireitei.
But even higher in the sky, beyond the Seireitei's barrier, the Hell Gate stood ominously, its foreboding presence resurfacing in everyone's minds.
Yamamoto cast a brief glance at the Hell Gate, his expression stern.
H'el smiled slightly and said, "Unfortunately for you, your attack had no effect."
He smirked as the Three Thousand Worlds—the three thousand dark spheres—reappeared in the sky, slowly rotating.
"I didn't make my Three Thousand Worlds evade earlier because there was no need. But for someone of your stature, Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto, your attack did indeed have the power that forced me to make them retreat into their own world."
There was a hint of admiration in H'el's tone.
Yamamoto truly had the power to destroy the Three Thousand Worlds in one strike. The accumulated energy of his Hell of Blazing Heat, combined with his immense spiritual pressure and explosive force, had put enough pressure on H'el to force him to retreat his Three Thousand Worlds into their own dimension to avoid the powerful blast.
Only someone like Yamamoto, with such fierce spiritual pressure, could have the capability to obliterate the Three Thousand Worlds in a single move.
"Receiving praise from a youngster like you feels more like an insult," Yamamoto said, his tone steady as the fireball in the sky dissipated and the shadows faded away. "If such a mediocre strike from my Hell of Blazing Heat deserves your praise, then it seems you're not much after all."
"Your weakness is too obvious!"
"The Three Thousand Worlds can't absorb spiritual particles when they're in hiding."
Yamamoto's eyes suddenly widened, and a massive surge of killing intent and spiritual pressure, as vast as the galaxy, swept over H'el.
He had uncovered the pattern of H'el's Three Thousand Worlds.
Only when they were visible could the Three Thousand Worlds absorb spiritual particles from Soul Society.
When they were hidden, even the Hell Gate perceived them as non-threatening and would not appear.
A moment ago, Yamamoto noticed the Hell Gate hesitate for a split second, a sign of this anomaly.
If one possessed the power to continuously destroy the Three Thousand Worlds, they could defeat H'el.
And clearly, Yamamoto had that power!
"I don't see this as a weakness. But for you, it may be a relatively effective way to kill me."
H'el shook his head, disagreeing with Yamamoto's assessment.
What Yamamoto saw as a weakness, H'el considered insignificant.
However, for Yamamoto, this was a crucial vulnerability, as he possessed the most powerful and widespread fire-type zanpakutō in all of Soul Society. He could incinerate all three thousand spheres at once, making him a natural counter to H'el.
"If that's the case, it seems I can no longer keep the Three Thousand Worlds out. I've already absorbed enough spiritual particles, more than enough to deal with you, Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto."
H'el raised his zanpakutō, and in the sky, the dark spheres of the Three Thousand Worlds swarmed toward him, merging into the tip of his blade.
"Oh, gathering all your energy, are you? If that's the case…
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Bankai...
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Zanka no Tachi..."
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