The Arrancar Attack (2)

The battle erupted instantly. Their figures clashed in the moonlight, their fists and blades intertwining, sparking dazzling flames. Ichigo Kurosaki fought with all his might, but he was always at a disadvantage. Grimmjow's speed was astonishing, and his strength far exceeded his expectations; every punch carried a world-destroying force.

"No, we'll lose if this continues." Ichigo Kurosaki gritted his teeth and finally made up his mind, "Bankai!"

With a low growl, the form of his Zanpakuto abruptly changed. Tensa Zangetsu's blade became long and black, and his movements became even more swift. After Bankai, his speed experienced a qualitative leap, finally allowing him to Grimmjow in speed.

However, the increased speed did not bring a decisive advantage. Every attack he made hit Grimmjow was like hitting a steel plate, unable to cause any real damage. Grimmjow's Hierro was so hard that it was despair-inducing; Ichigo Kurosaki's attacks only left shallow white marks on it.

"Is that all you've got?" Grimmjow grabbed the blade of Tensa Zangetsu, his smile filled with mockery. "Is this all the power you have?"

Ichigo Kurosaki gritted his teeth, desperately trying to pull back his Zanpakuto, only to find that he couldn't break free from Grimmjow grip.

At this stalemate, several powerful Reiatsu suddenly erupted from several battlefields in the distance. These Reiatsu surged forth like volcanic eruptions, shooting straight into the sky and dyeing the night sky with different colors.

Liu Ziyun reclining on the rooftop, sensing the changes in Reiatsu, and muttered to himself, "Has the restriction been lifted? It seems the battle over there has reached its final stage. Sigh, I still have to go rescue people everywhere later, this is exhausting."

He stretched, but his gaze never left Ichigo Kurosaki's battle.

Just then, Ichigo Kurosaki's Reiatsu suddenly surged. The Reiatsu came without warning, surging out like a flood bursting its banks. A black light appeared in his eyes, growing stronger and stronger, as if it would dye the whites of his eyes completely black.

Black Reiatsu also appeared on the blade of Tensa Zangetsu, coiling around it like flames and emanating a chilling aura.

Ichigo Kurosaki felt an unprecedented power surging within him. The power was violent and strong, as if it would devour him entirely. He gritted his teeth, desperately trying to control the power, but found that it simply wouldn't obey his commands.

"I can't worry about that anymore!" he roared, gripping Tensa Zangetsu tightly with both hands and slashing it fiercely at Grimmjow.

A massive black crescent moon roared out from the blade, carrying a devastating force, hurtling straight at Grimmjow. Wherever the crescent moon passed, the air was torn apart, producing a sharp whistling sound.

Grimmjow's pupils contracted sharply. He instinctively tried to dodge, but found that the crescent moon was incredibly fast, leaving him no time to evade. He could only take the hit head-on.

The black crescent moon struck his chest, the immense impact sending him flying, crashing heavily into the wall of a building. The wall collapsed, burying him in the rubble.

A moment later, a burst of maniacal laughter echoed from the rubble. Grimmjow rose from the ruins, a deep rip in his shirt revealing a deep, bone-revealing wound. Blood flowed from the wound, staining his clothes dark red. Yet, instead of anger, he laughed even more wildly.

"This attack method wasn't mentioned in the previous intelligence!" His eyes flashed with a crazed light as he stared intently at Ichigo Kurosaki. "Looks like you're worth killing!"

He reached for his Zanpakuto at his waist and slowly drew it. The blade gleamed coldly in the moonlight, and an even more terrifying Reiatsu emanated from it.

Ichigo Kurosaki sensed the Reiatsu, and alarm bells rang in his mind. He wanted to continue attacking, but found that the power within his body was surging wildly. The blackness in his eyes grew thicker and thicker, almost swallowing the entire white of his eyes. The black Reiatsu on Tensa Zangetsu was also becoming more and more violent, as if it would go out of control at any moment.

"Wait... just a little longer..." Ichigo Kurosaki whispered, desperately trying to suppress the raging power within him. "Just a little longer, and I can defeat him..."

He felt his consciousness gradually fading, as if something was trying to seize control of his body. He knew that if this continued, the void within him would go berserk again.

Liu Ziyun slowly stood up from his reclining position. His gaze fell on Ichigo Kurosaki, and his brows furrowed slightly. Although the kid's progress was rapid, his control over his power was still too weak. If this continued, he would be devoured by the Hollows within him before Grimmjow even had a chance to make a move.

He could no longer stand by and watch.

Liu Ziyun's figure vanished from the rooftop in an instant. The next moment, he appeared behind Grimmjow, silent and ghostly.

Grimmjow was about to unleash his Zanpakuto when he suddenly sensed someone behind him. His movements faltered slightly, and before he could react, a calm voice rang in his ear. "You'd better put your Zanpakuto back."

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable pressure. Grimmjow's pupils suddenly contracted, and he whirled around, his Zanpakuto instinctively swinging behind him.

However, his blade stopped in mid-air.

Liu Ziyun raised his left hand and caught Grimmjow's blade with just two fingers. The Zanpakuto, capable of cutting Zanpakuto steel, seemed to be welded to his hand, remaining completely still.

Grimmjow stared wide-eyed at the scene in disbelief. He tried desperately to pull back his Zanpakuto, but found that no matter how hard he tried, the blade wouldn't budge an inch.

Just then, the blackness in Ichigo Kurosaki quickly dissipated. He stared blankly at Liu Ziyun's back, at how easily those two fingers had caught Grimmjow's Zanpakuto, and an indescribable shock welled up in his heart.

Liu Ziyun smiled slightly, a smile tinged with mockery and a hint of amusement, "It seems you still don't understand the situation."

He released his grip, Grimmjow staggered back several steps, nearly dropping his Zanpakuto. He stared intently at Liu Ziyun, fine beads of cold sweat forming on his forehead. Just who was this person? To be able to hold his Zanpakuto between two fingers—such strength was unheard of.