The Strongest Strike in a Thousand Years (Continued)

As he spoke, he tossed the blazing white fireball forward as if it were trash.

"Compressed flames are indeed a good move." Tokoyo Misao assumed a horse stance and stretched out his blood-red hand.

As the blazing white fireball approached, he grabbed it and pinched it.

The moment he touched it, he could feel the intense heat emanating from his skin.

The temperature was indeed terrifyingly high, but unfortunately he couldn't give specific figures, only able to say, "It's really hot."

The originally three-meter-diameter blazing white fireball seemed to be completely enveloped by that red palm, and collapsed again as he clenched his fist.

However, unlike Gremmy's compression, this fireball did not become hotter as the blood hand tightened and shrank.

The power contained within the ball is rapidly dissipating and dissipating.

As Tokoyo Misao clenched his blood-stained hand completely, a wisp of black smoke rose from his palm.

The terrifying fireball just vanished without a trace.

He opened his hand, showing Gremmy his palm, which showed not a single scorch mark.

Tokoyo Misao smiled and said, "Although I haven't directly fought Captain-Commander Yamamoto, the little bit of heat you've compressed is only comparable to a candle."

"If you've never been in contact with the sun, you can't imagine what it is."

Upon hearing this, Gremmy's face instantly contorted with anger:

"If you wanted to provoke me, then you succeeded. That useless old man doesn't even dare to be compared to me!"

The moment the words left his mouth, a chill ran down Tokoyo Misao's spine.

He looked up and saw a huge iceberg above him, its summit hanging upside down, pointing directly at him, before crashing down.

He still didn't choose any other way to deal with this towering iceberg. He clenched his bloody hand again and threw a punch directly upwards.

This time, no fist wave was generated; the blood hand simply struck the summit of the iceberg.

Crack! A crack appeared on the mountaintop and then quickly spread down the mountainside.

In an instant, the mountain, which was thousands of meters high, shattered and turned into ice crystals.

Seeing his attack neutralized once again, Gremmy became somewhat exasperated.

This time, he clenched his fists, clasped them together, and shouted, "I refuse to believe that your fists can even smash a meteorite!"

A series of loud booms erupted from the sky, echoing throughout the entire Soul Society.

At the same time, violent air currents, extreme heat, and blinding light suddenly appeared in the sky.

Tokoyo Misao's brow twitched as he looked at the enormous meteorite.

He had no way of estimating the size of the thing, because it completely filled his field of vision.

If this meteorite had been on Earth in a previous life, it would have absolutely caused mass extinction if it had hit us.

Similarly, if it were to crash down, Soul Society would most likely be doomed.

Such a commotion naturally made everyone present look up.

"Spare me! Would a member of the Sternritter do such a thing?" Starrk sighed, rubbing his forehead.

They had certainly heard what Tokoyo Misao had shouted earlier, and understood that Yhwach had left someone to intercept Tokoyo Misao.

So regardless of the previous explosion, the sudden high temperature, the iceberg, and now the meteorite that appeared out of nowhere, they were all the work of that person.

Lilynette frowned and said, "Starrk, if we bombard it together, do we have a chance to smash this thing to pieces?"

Even she was somewhat unsure whether she could actually stop the meteorite.

Starrk did not speak.

Tier Harribel, standing nearby, spoke with genuine concern, "Even if we manage to shatter it, the resulting fragments will cause a huge problem."

She was already thinking of unleashing her Resurrección, even if it was just this meteorite fragment; if it hit her, her three adjutants definitely wouldn't be able to withstand it.

However, even in the state of Resurrección, one might not be able to withstand the onslaught.

Thinking of this, she slipped her hand, which had been on the Zanpakuto, into the white skirt at her waist, and grasped a round bead—the incomplete Hōgyoku that had already been made.

If shards were to fall on her, she would have to rely on the power of the Hōgyoku to have any chance of protecting her adjutant.

"It's really big. I feel like I can't even hold it up." Yammy with his right hand. Although he was very strong, he felt that he couldn't withstand such a large meteorite.

A dog barked from beside his feet.

He bent down, reached out, and scooped up a masked dog. "Don't worry, at worst we'll both die."

"We won't die here," Nelliel whispered.

She actually walked past Aizen, stood in front of all the members, and said with a determined look in her eyes, "I will stop it."

As she spoke, she pulled out the flawed Hōgyoku), put it to her mouth, and tried to swallow it.

"No need to rush, Nelliel." Aizen's gentle voice stopped her movements.

"But, Lord Aizen," Nelliel turned around, "If the Tokoyo Misao can't stop him, only my sacrifice can save everyone."

"No, Nelliel, you don't need to sacrifice yourself." Tier Harribel stepped forward. "No one has to sacrifice themselves."

Aizen smiled as he looked at the two of them.

Both Tier Harribel and Nelliel died as sacrifices, but their deaths were diametrically opposed.

Nelliel is determined to sacrifice herself to save others.

Tier Harribel, on the other hand, is fighting against his own manner of death, wanting to prevent all the sacrifices in the world.

In comparison, Aizen was more in favor of Tier Harribel's path of defying his own destiny.

He spoke again, saying, "I've already said it twice, there's no need to rush."

"I'm sorry, Lord Aizen." Nelliel immediately knelt on one knee.

Tier Harribel also knelt down, "Please don't punish her, Lord Aizen."

Aizen spoke gently, "Of course I will not punish you for thinking of everyone and even being willing to sacrifice yourselves."

Get up. This is at most a stumbling block, nothing more. Just kick it aside.

He finished speaking and slightly raised his fingertips, but then seemed to sense something and put his fingers back down.

Upon hearing Aizen's words, the Espada and their lieutenants were utterly shocked.

Even after Tier Harribel and Nelliel stood up, they were somewhat shaken.

The sheer scale of the meteorite was nothing more than a stumbling block in Aizen's eyes.

It doesn't matter how shocked, doubtful, or even disbelieving they may be now.

Since Aizen had already said that they didn't need to intervene, they could only wait quietly.

The captains of the Soul Society, who were rushing towards the Wandenreich, also saw the meteorite falling from the sky.

"Captain, my stomach suddenly hurts a bit. I need to go to the World of the Living to poop and also go to the hospital to have my stomach checked. I'm taking leave for today's mission."

At this moment, Ōmaeda was covered in sweat and extremely flustered. In an instant, he even thought about escaping to the World of the Living.

"Fool! If Soul Society is destroyed, the Three Worlds will collapse instantly. What good will hiding in the World of the Living do?"

"What, you want to die while taking a dump?" Soi Fon mocked coldly.

Faced with this Despair power, she remained remarkably calm.

Not only her, but the other captains also remained calm and continued charging towards the Wandenreich.

This situation puzzled Ōmaeda, who quickly asked:

"Captain, is there some kind of secret weapon? Or is that huge meteorite in the sky a fake?"

He simply couldn't understand why the team captains weren't in a hurry at all.

Soi Fon said in a somewhat impatient and cold voice, "Look who's in front of us!"

Without a Ōmaeda replied, "Of course it's Captain-Commander Yamamoto, who else could it be?"

"Fool! With the Captain-Commander here, whether it's that meteorite, Aizen, or even the King of the Quincy, they'll all end up as ashes."

Soi Fon turned her head and glared coldly at Ōmaeda: "If you say another word of that nonsense, I'll chop you up first."

Ōmaeda immediately covered his mouth with both hands, indicating that he would no longer waste words.

Yes, the strongest Soul Reaper in Soul Society for a thousand years, Captain-Commander of the Gotei 13, Shigekuni Yamamoto-Genryūsai, is right in front of us.

As long as he's there, there won't be any problems!

When they were about two thousand meters away from the Wandenreich, Shigekuni Yamamoto-Genryūsai stopped.

Then, a burst of intense Reiatsu erupted from his body, transforming into towering flames that blasted outwards in all directions.

"Bankai, Zanka no Tachi."

A soft bang seemed to explode in everyone's ears, yet it was also as if it were just an illusion, and the sound never actually occurred.

The flames that had been spreading in all directions suddenly disappeared.

At this moment, the sword in Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto's hand turned pitch black, with an orange glow shining within it.

Those black areas resembled solar flares; just glancing at them made my eyes sting.

At the same time, everyone in the Soul Society suddenly felt their throats begin to quench their thirst.

Even on the sea surface far at the edge of Soul Society, white mist has appeared—this is the state of seawater evaporation.

On the other side of the sea, a group of strangely dressed people suddenly appeared on a dock.

They looked at the rising mist and exchanged a glance.

One of them spoke up, saying, "This should be the power of Captain-Commander Yamamoto the East Branch Bureau. Tell all branches not to worry and to continue with their work."

Another person asked incredulously, "Are you kidding me? The East Branch is on the other side of our territory, how could its influence reach here?"

The person who spoke first turned around without offering any explanation, and the others followed suit and left.

Meanwhile, in the Soul Society at this time.

Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto stared intently at the bottom of the Wandenreich continent, searching for its center point.

He raised his right hand high, and the next moment, his figure disappeared from the spot and appeared in the center of the bottom of the continent.

He swung the Zanka no Tachi in his hand.

It looked like a swordsman practicing a normal sword swing, with no real power whatsoever.

When the tip of the Zanka no Tachi touched the bottom of the continent, there was no sound and no explosion.

A crack suddenly appeared on the entire continent of the Wandenreich.

This rift was as if someone had used an eraser to wipe across the Wandenreich continent from its center.

And so, this vast continent and the Wahrwelt upon it were abruptly split in two.

The fragmented, Wandenreich seemed to have lost its power, collapsing to either side.

Those caught in the throes of the storm are also affected, losing their footing.

Now, everyone witnessed the power of Shigekuni Yamamoto-Genryūsai, the strongest Soul Reaper in a thousand years.

"Seriously? That meteorite up there was troublesome enough, and this old man down here is way too strong," Starrk said again.

He even considered having Aizen lead everyone back to Hueco Mundo for tea, but he didn't dare say it aloud.

Because he knew that this action wasn't just Aizen's idea, but also the idea of his other comrades.

Sweat beaded on Kaname Tōsen's forehead as he muttered, "Is Captain-Commander Yamamoto really that strong?"

He had always assumed that the old man's strength had long since declined.

Although he holds the position of Captain-Commander, this is partly due to his seniority.

The title of "strongest Soul Reaper in a thousand years" was merely out of respect.

Only now did he realize that he was completely wrong; that title was not exaggerated in the slightest.

Shigekuni Yamamoto-Genryūsai is the strongest Soul Reaper in the Soul Society for a thousand years.

"Whoa, this old man is really messing around!" Ichigo Kurosaki's eyes were fixed on Aizen.

After a moment's hesitation, he said to Orihime Inoue, "I'll go stop Yhwach."