Hell tried to devour this sudden power with its endless darkness and evil, but it all seemed so powerless.
Wherever Ichigo Kurosaki's fist passed, primordial chaos was first divided. Hell, once a formless mass of chaos, began to take on clear boundaries as the pure separated from the impure, as though the scene of heaven and earth's creation had reappeared.
The separation of pure and impure played out once more. The light souls—pure souls trapped in Hell by the suffering of their lives—felt the cleansing of this power and broke free from their restraints one after another, turning into specks of light that drifted leisurely toward the azure heavens.
Their faces shone with smiles of liberation and freedom, a long-lost peace and serenity from the depths of their souls.
As for the heavy, impure things—their hearts, livers, spleens, lungs, kidneys, and even the blood throughout their bodies—they could not withstand this cleansing power and burst apart one after another, becoming clouds of bloody mist that sprayed across the earth, adding a touch of tragic grandeur and desolation to this deathly land.
Yin and yang were set; Hell's order was utterly shattered at this moment. It could no longer maintain its seemingly eternal darkness and chaos.
Ichigo Kurosaki's punch was not merely a challenge to Hell's power, but a declaration of war against all injustice and evil in the world.
His figure appeared exceptionally tall amid the blood mist and radiance, as though he had become the embodiment of justice, guarding this world's peace and order.
"That fucking hits the spot!!!"
Even Lord Soul King, the supreme being transcending the Three Realms, was shaken by Ichigo Kurosaki's power and could not help offering heartfelt praise.
He knew full well how powerful and difficult to deal with Hell's supreme Power Entity was.