The sharp blades filling the sky now shone with a dazzling white light under the flood of Byakuya's spiritual pressure, while a ring of flawless white Zanpakuto surrounded him.
Even so, Byakuya was still somewhat disheveled. Quite a bit of blood stained his proud white sleeves.
Kenpachi stood nearby, his clothes shredded and a massive wound running across his waist, nearly spilling his intestines. Every breath brought him a measure of pain—and excitement.
Before the two of them stood Zommari, with scarcely a patch of uninjured flesh left on his body. Nearly all the eyes covering him had closed, while some had been forcibly gouged out. The uneven wounds left behind sent a chill through anyone who looked at them.
The chunks of flesh and blood beneath Kenpachi Zaraki's feet seemed to recount everything that had just happened. Unlike Byakuya's proud, confident gaze, Kenpachi's eyes held nothing but bloodlust and madness.
Without exchanging a single word, Byakuya and Kenpachi charged at Zommari at the same time.
The enormous white sword in Byakuya's hand glowed faintly. Then, the sides of its hilt spread open like wings, wrapping around Byakuya and making him appear as lofty and imposing as a god.
Kenpachi had none of those flashy effects. The thick, blood-stained spiritual pressure surrounding him was his finest adornment!
Using his last two remaining eyeballs, Zommari stared fixedly at the two charging toward him and roared, "You Shinigami, who gave you the right to slaughter Hollows?! You are all sinners! Sinners guilty of Destroying the World's Love! I will sentence every one of you to death!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the eyes on his body snapped open. His spiritual pressure erupted, and dense blood vessels immediately spread across the eyeballs. They writhed over Zommari's body as though they had come