Ryujin Jakka.
This sword's existence itself was equivalent to Soul Society's history.
Zanpakuto that was known to have the strongest offensive and destructive power and could even destroy the world, finally displayed its terrifying power of burning the sky and boiling the sea, permanently changing the terrain, and even the atmosphere environment!
"A mere flame. Watch me extinguish it!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Wilbur forced down the surging uneasiness in his heart and commanded the many Wilbur to scream together. "Yhwach, there is only one reason for your failure. That is, in the space of the godly ascension ceremony, everything is under my control!"
I... am God!!...
The screams of tens of thousands of people shattered the space.
As the earth shook violently like a magnitude eight earthquake, a viscous blood-colored substance rose high into the air. The monstrous waves of blood that were several hundred meters tall howled as they were pushed by an invisible big hand. The huge waves covered the sky as they pressed down!
The souls of Wilbur, who had been burned to ashes, continuously merged into the blood-colored waves.
Under the binding of the magic spell formed by blood, their souls had already merged with Wilbur, and they had even become an undying existence. Even zanpakuto's attacks could not completely destroy them.
In the end.
Tens of millions of mournful souls howled in pain as they gathered on the surface of the blood-colored waves.
Blood waves emerged from the hideous and terrifying heads one after another. The negative emotions that were mixed with resentment and anger seemed material, causing this blood-colored wave that was a hundred feet tall to become even more strange. One could even feel a strong mental impact just by observing it with the naked eye.
Rumble.
The blood-colored wave howled as it approached, causing everything in its path to wither and fall, and even the invisible space was corroded, revealing a distorted and terrifying scar.
"Although that fellow has a cheap mouth, at least it told me one thing."
Lod did not look at the blood-colored wave that was about to fall. He seemed to be muttering to himself, Rather than thinking about how to improve Spiritual Power more, it would be better to think about how to make Spiritual Power more condensed. The truly powerful strength is not more than more. Rather, it is more subtle control.
Hulala
Blood surged, and ghosts howled.
The space in front of them was constantly twisting and being squeezed by the terrifying blood waves, making a cracking sound as if it was about to collapse in the next second.
The blood ocean roared wantonly, and huge waves came one after another. The distance was getting closer and closer. Perhaps they would be buried in this terrifying ocean in the next second.
There was a hint of anxiety in Michael's eyes, but she did not disturb Lod because of this.
Lod slowly closed his eyes, held the Ryujin Jakka, and experienced the subtle feelings within it.
It was more detailed and profound.
He first experienced it and then controlled it.
He no longer allowed his spiritual energy to flow out without any meaning. There was no need for such a large range of attacks. Instead, he focused all of the energy he had on sword's blade.
Concentrate, reach the peak of perfection!
The next moment.
Lod suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes were like the light of a morning star. The blood-colored wave was already close to him. At this moment, there was only half a meter of space between them.
"Just like this!"
Lod took a step forward. The flames released from sword's body suddenly disappeared without a trace, as if they had never appeared!
Not only that.
Even the endless sea of fire that had been spread all over the earth and lit up the entire atmosphere, causing the sky to be scorched red, suddenly disappeared. It was as if it had never appeared, and everything was just an illusion.
"Hahaha."
Seeing this scene, Wilbur immediately laughed. "After seeing the power of a god, you finally plan to give up?"
No. He did not give up!
The flames did not disappear!
The Seraph Michael narrowed her eyes. She knew that energy would not appear out of thin air, nor would it disappear out of thin air.
If the flames really disappeared, then why did the temperature not drop at all, but instead become even hotter?
With this doubt in his mind, Michael's eyes shifted slightly. She finally noticed something strange and understood the reason.
To be more precise, it was like this.
The flames did not disappear out of thin air. Instead, they were compressed onto sword's blade. The already pitch-black surface of sword's blade was now devoid of any luster. It was like a dried and charred branch. It looked even worse than the carbonized sword Kernel that had failed forging.
Anyone who saw it would feel puzzled. Could this scorched, dried out, and long thing really be called sword?
Perhaps even sword, who was cutting vegetables in the kitchen, was countless times sharper than this black and dry branch?
Sword, which was aggressive just now, as if it was going to burn the sky and boil the sea, destroy a world, now turned into this appearance, the gap between the front and back was simply amazing.
But it was such a dry and black, as if it was a waste after the failure of forging, but it made this Seraph, Michael, a kind of indescribable horror rose in her heart.
"Although there is no way to Bankai now, but at least it can be barely simulated." At this moment, Lod seemed to have a huge burden on him. Beads of sweat dripped down his forehead, and the arm that was holding sword had now turned into something similar to charcoal.
Yachiru Style, Zanjutsu, Blade of the Rising Sun!
Lod chanted in his heart, and then faced the torrential sea of blood that was crushing down, he pulled out the charred black sword blade from the invisible sheath.
Clang -
A rich red color appeared on the almost pitch-black sword's blade. Along with the flowing blade like fire, he fiercely waved forward. The extremely pitch-black sword's light was like a broken waterfall, instantly splitting the entire world into two. All the colors in the world were seized, as if it had become the base of black and white.
In the next instant.
Half of the sky was instantly ignited, and no flames spilled out from sword's blade. The only thing that was left was the extreme heat that wiped out everything that could be touched!
Chi -
The hundred-meter-tall blood-red waves evaporated in an instant!
Along with the pitch-black sword, more than half of the Newcastle by extended out sword's light along sword's momentum, creating a huge crack that was almost a thousand meters wide, like a horrifying world scene in the East - or Great Rift Valley!
Everywhere it passed, all tangible and intangible substances were directly melted away by the terrifying heat, disappearing without a trace.
Only the black ashes that remained where they were silently recounted the terrifying scene just now, proving that something had once existed here.
As for Wilbur.
The ashes that remained, accompanied by the breeze, drifted in the air. Perhaps it told everyone the answer.
This scene..
Just like the residual fire after Bankai
It would not burn or release explosive flames, but it would completely erase everything sword touched.
Once it was swung, it was bound to end everything!
This feeling...
Lod's mind was in a mess. Looking at everything that he had caused, his calm heart couldn't help but ripple.
This was just a try.
However, this kind of special technique that was close to being meticulous and controlling ling energy made his eyes light up, touching upon a higher level of power!
And this was only a clumsy imitation. If he could perfectly recreate the sword that hollow had slashed out after transforming, it wouldn't even cause large-scale damage.