Black Sun, Did I Cross Over? (continued)

This posture is quite good now.

"Damn it!" Grimmjow charged again.

Aizen simply turned around, and with that movement, he swung his black longsword, sending Grimmjow flying with a bang.

The latter spun in the air, flew thousands of meters backwards, landed with its limbs lowered, raised its head, and roared at Aizen, like a Little Panther using its roar to intimidate a powerful enemy.

Aizen simply said calmly, "Is your greatest wish after evolving to destroy me? Then bring it on."

Sometimes even Tokoyo Misao had to admire Aizen; even if his subordinates wished to kill him, he would give them the chance.

If a subordinate's wish is to seek justice, and that subordinate deviates from this path, Aizen will also intervene and kill them.

The only problem is that Aizen wouldn't care how many lives he sacrificed to achieve his goals.

In this respect, he does have a bit of a scientist's perspective.

Kisuke Urahara and Mayuri Kurotsuchi are essentially the same.

But this is also why Tokoyo Misao couldn't bring himself to like any of these three people.

After all, in the eyes of these people, Tokoyo Misao, himself, and his family are, to some extent, objects that can be sacrificed.

How can you possibly like someone when you become someone who can be sacrificed?

Grimmjow remained sprawled on the ground, his eyes gleaming with ferocity, hissing softly and grinding his teeth, the clicking sound echoing far and wide across the arena.

The situation remained deadlocked.

At this moment Tokoyo Misao clapped his hands and said, "Brother Aizen, Grimmjow, give me some face. There's only one last wave left. How about we start fighting amongst ourselves after this game is over?"

Aizen smiled but didn't speak. At the same time, his eyes weren't on Grimmjow; he simply turned around and looked up at the sky, exposing his back.

"Damn it!" This scene enraged Grimmjow, who was poised to unleash his fury.

What annoyed him most was Aizen's way of ignoring him, so he exerted force with all four limbs at the same time, transforming into a swift cheetah, and pounced on Aizen to kill him.

Tokoyo Misao immediately twirled his trident, spearing him away with a single thrust, and said coldly, "Grimmjow, so disrespectful?"

He used a clever technique with this shot, and deliberately attacked with his claws, so Grimmjow wasn't injured; he was just sent flying by the enormous force.

Grimmjow glanced at Tokoyo Misao, then snorted coldly after a moment, making no further moves.

The ninth wave arrived right on time.

At this moment, cracks appeared in the four pillars, and they shattered into pieces, with the sound of falling rocks echoing continuously.

At the point where the four pillars shattered, streams of black energy burst forth.

Tokoyo Misao's brow twitched; this time, it was genuine Hell power.

The black auras intertwined and gathered in the sky, and soon transformed into a human shape.

Tokoyo Misao exclaimed in surprise, "No way, the ninth wave is actually you, old man."

The humanoid figure that formed in the sky was none other than Shigekuni Yamamoto-Genryūsai, the former captain of the Gotei 13 and the strongest Soul Reaper in a thousand years.

At this moment, his entire body was covered in dark red patterns, while his lower body had skin as black as obsidian.

Most importantly, the Zanpakuto he held in his right hand was Ryūjin Jakka.

Tokoyo Misao spoke again, "Old man, did you run back to Soul Society and bring it back?"

Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto did not respond, but instead slowly drifted down from the sky to the ground.

A moment later, he opened his tightly closed eyes, which were completely black, with no whites or pupils.

He slowly opened his mouth and said, "Hell brought this back for me. Although I can communicate and speak now, I cannot show you any mercy."

"Ha, just an old Soul Reaper. The so-called strongest Ninth Wave is nothing more than this." Grimmjow opened his claws, grinned, revealing his teeth, and charged straight forward with all his might.

Tokoyo Misao reminded him, "Come back! The old man's body is now filled with Hell power, and he still has a knife in his hand!"

But his words came too late.

Grimmjow was too fast; he had already reached Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto and swung out his Rinki claws.

The Old Man Yamamoto glanced at him briefly with his pitch-black eyes, then gripped his Zanpakuto with both hands and flicked the blade upwards.

When!

This strike not only severed the claws but also left a deep, bone-revealing wound on Grimmjow's body.

The Rinki quickly rushed into the wound, repairing and restoring it.

But the intense pain only made Grimmjow even more ferocious, and he opened his mouth and bit down on Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto's neck.

The latter gripped the knife with both hands, raised it into the air, spun the blade again, and slashed down fiercely.

Pfft!

A flash of black light swept across Grimmjow's body, slicing him in two from his left shoulder to his right abdomen.

"What a joke?" Grimmjow muttered in disbelief.

But how could a body that had already undergone chaotic evolution be cleaved in two with a single strike?

"Chaos Spear!" Tokoyo Misao hurled the spear, blocking Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto's pursuit.

At this moment, Ulquiorra seized the opportunity and rushed over, scooping up Grimmjow with one hand, while opening his other hand towards the end of the Chaos Spear that had been blocked by Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto.

The long whip suddenly shot out from the butt of the spear and wrapped around his arm.

Ulquiorra exerted a slight force, pulling the spear back into his hand and immediately retreating.

When Grimmjow retreated to Tokoyo Misao and Aizen's side, his body had already rejoined.

However, he was panting heavily, indicating that he had expended a lot of energy.

Chaos Grimmjow certainly wouldn't be killed simply by being split in two.

But this strike had at least expended most of his strength.

Within this game's framework, if Grimmjow suffers one or two more fatal blows, he will certainly die.

"How can this old man be so powerful?" Grimmjow gasped for breath, his pupils trembling as he looked at Shigekuni Yamamoto-Genryūsai, dressed in black with floral patterns.

Aizen spoke calmly, "In my original plan, to deal with the Soul Society, I first needed to create a special Arrancar to seal Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto's Ryūjin Jakka."

He stated a fact in a calm and understated manner.

Despite Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto's past as Soul Reaper (death god), he still needs to use tactics to defeat him, rather than simply engaging in direct combat, as that would not offer much of a chance of victory.

"Damn it!" Grimmjow roared again.

Tokoyo Misao took a deep breath and said, "We must resolve this as soon as possible; the longer it drags on, the worse it will be for us."

At this moment, from the ruins of those four pillars, Hell power continued to surge into Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto's body.

In other words, the opponent will become stronger over time.

"Go all out!" Tokoyo Misao said in a low voice, then looked up and roared at his opponent, "Old man, how about deciding the outcome in one move?"

Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto did not respond, but a slight smile played on his lips. He Zanpakuto tightly with both hands and murmured, "All things in the universe shall turn to ashes— Ryūjin Jakka."

His Zanpakuto erupted with jet-black flames, shooting towards the sky. And then, with the next sound:

"Bankai, Zanka no Tachi!" The flames that were about to shoot into the sky vanished with a bang.

In everyone's eyes, Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto was like a sun burning with black flames; the very aura he exuded gave people the feeling that they were about to turn to ashes.

Tokoyo Misao stepped forward, gripped the trident tightly with both hands, mobilized the Causal Principle, and re-fused the three powers in his body together, then poured them all into the trident.

With a series of cracking sounds, the trident shattered, and cracks appeared on its shaft, emitting red and black light.

After this blow, the weapon will probably shatter.

The transparent wings behind Sōsuke Aizen fluttered down like flower petals, wrapping around the black greatsword in his right hand:

"I rarely use a sword, but actually, my Zanjutsu is quite good, especially when it comes to dealing with you."

Aizen spoke softly, saying that even before Tokoyo Misao appeared, he had already listed Shigekuni Yamamoto-Genryūsai as one of his enemies, and thus had Zanjutsu to its peak.

He held the longsword horizontally, its tip pointing directly at Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto.

Chaos Ulquiorra, wielding a spear in both hands, had green light shooting from the eyes on his wings, which merged into the Chaos Spear in his hands, while the whip wrapped around the spear crackled with green electricity.

Despite his severe injuries, Grimmjow still opened his mouth, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth, raised his claws and slammed them into the ground, his hindquarters raised, assuming an attack stance.

The playground fell completely silent at that moment; there wasn't a sound.

In the next instant, everyone attacked simultaneously.

"Zanka no Tachi, North, Tenchi Kaijin!"

The heavens and earth transformed into a pitch-black curtain of light, as if filled by a black sun, with all colors enveloped in black flames.

Tokoyo Misao's eyes gleamed with a reddish-black light.

The light shone even brighter from the cracks in the trident in his hand, as if it could shatter the black flames of the world.

Heaven and earth are the sheath, and all things are the blade.

"Final move, Piercing Azure Dragon!"

All the power converged at the tip of the spear as Tokoyo Misao thrust out.

When the spear was drawn, it was like a dragon breaking through the boundary. A giant dragon spear beam pierced through all the black flames. Wherever it passed, the black flames were all pushed aside, and the space shattered.

Sōsuke Aizen, along with Ulquiorra and Grimmjow, also launched their attacks simultaneously.

It was hot, and my skin stung as if countless needles were pricking it. Sweat wanted to pour out, but it was held back by my scorched skin.

Muscle cells were ripening rapidly, bone marrow was boiling, and blood seemed to be thickening.

Even his sense of Tokoyo Misao began to waver.

The body that had been in excruciating pain just moments before seemed incredibly distant, my hearing felt muffled as if through a thick layer of cotton, my heartbeat was heavy and slow, my hands and feet no longer obeyed my commands, and time seemed to stretch out infinitely.

At this moment, a strange, cool sensation even appeared in my brain.

He certainly understood that this was due to Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto's attack.

But Tokoyo Misao would never allow himself to die here, so he followed Piercing Azure Dragon closer and closer to the center of the black sun.

Behind him, Grimmjow's body had turned to charcoal, and Ulquiorra was in no better shape, kneeling on one knee, severely injured.

Aizen was still standing in the same spot, but his face was now blurred beyond recognition.

Tokoyo Misao followed behind the Piercing Azure Dragon unleashed by his spear, his body no longer resembling a human form.

He held his last breath and slowly made his way towards the very center of the black sun.

10 meters, 9 meters, 5 meters, 3 meters, 1 meter.

The long-awaited Tokoyo Misao was now nothing more than a black shadow that seemed to have been burned away.

Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto sighed and said in a deep voice, "If you hadn't been restricted by the game's rules, and I hadn't received the enhancement from the power of Hell, then I would have lost."

"What are you talking about, old man? Of course I'll win in the end." A voice rang out from the shadows.

The next moment, Tokoyo Misao's body abruptly reverted to its original form.

He snatched the Ryūjin Jakka from Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto's hand, who was already exhausted and had not yet recovered, and with a backhand slash, cleaved Yamamoto's body in two.

Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto's eyes widened in surprise, but a hint of joy and comfort could also be sensed in them.

Tokoyo Misao gripped Ryūjin Jakka in his right hand. At this moment, the heavy armor on his body had disappeared, leaving him completely naked with flushed skin.

Without a word, he swung his sword again, cleaving Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto into pieces. He only stopped when the four pillar ruins ceased channeling power into the body.

"Huff, "Tokoyo Misao exhaled heavily.

Thankfully, the heavy armor's resurrection ability was preserved, which allowed them to secure victory at the last moment.

He collapsed to the ground with a thud.

To be honest, he never thought that Old Man Yamamoto was that strong before.

But after the opponent received an unlimited supply of Hell's power, he truly felt the output of the so-called number one Soul Reaper of the millennium, which was truly terrifying.

Having fused with the power of Hell, and with his body having undergone evolution, Tokoyo Misao experienced for the first time what it meant to be annihilated.

The feeling I just experienced was truly like death.

That's terrifying, that's terrifying.

After taking two more deep breaths, Tokoyo Misao used Ryūjin Jakka to prop himself up, walked to the coffin, raised his head, and roared, "Can you send us back now?"