These spikes were like razor-sharp blades, aimed straight at Aizen's vital points, seeking to deliver a fatal blow from within.
Yet just as everyone held their breath, expecting Aizen to suffer a devastating injury, the coat suddenly exploded with a bang on its own.
Unable to pierce Aizen's body, those sharp, thorn-like objects collapsed under the immense force within them.
Shuhtara Senjumaru stared in disbelief.
Aizen still stood there, his clothes neat and unruffled, completely unharmed.
This sight shocked not only everyone present but even Shuhtara Senjumaru herself.
Her pupils constricted slightly as complicated emotions surged through her heart: surprise, confusion, and even a trace of frustration.
She had never imagined that her proud creation would be so easily neutralized.
"Quite an interesting attempt, Captain Shuhtara Senjumaru."
Aizen's voice was calm and indifferent, as though everything that had just happened had been nothing more than a trivial interruption.
"However, the gap between us has long surpassed the simple category of 'ability.' It concerns one's understanding of the world, one's command of power, and one's transcendence of 'dimensions.' Your attack is ineffective against me."
Having said that, Aizen did not make any tangible move, yet his very existence seemed like an invisible pressure that made even the surrounding air tremble. Suddenly, an indescribable Spiritual Pressure erupted from Aizen, instantly sweeping across the entire battlefield. It was so powerful that even space itself seemed to distort.
Shuhtara Senjumaru felt an irresistible force rush toward her. She did everything she could to resist it, but she was ultimately a step too late.
Before everyone's eyes, her head was violently torn from her body by an invisible force and sent flying into the distance.
This scene made everyone present draw a sharp breath, and it dealt an unprecedented blow to Shuhtara's inner world.
However,