At that moment, space seemed to be crushed together by an invisible giant hand. It folded in on itself like skin pressed against a wall. Blood and Wrathful Ghosts crawled out from those cracks, their hollow, numb eyes staring fixedly at the rebel nobles before them.
Tsunayashiro Sosuke watched the scene, the flesh on his face twitching wildly. Though he had long heard others say that Asano Kiyoshi's Bankai was immensely terrifying, witnessing it for himself was something else entirely. The horrifying Blood Sea that seemed capable of drowning everything, the dozens of wrathful ghost faces blotting out the sky—all of it stirred an irresistible fear from the depths of one's heart.
That was... fear on both a physical and spiritual level! The instinctive trembling of a living creature before something of a higher order!
But things had already reached this point. There was no possibility of turning back!
Feeling the surging spiritual pressure continuously emanating from his heart, a sickly smile appeared on Tsunayashiro Sosuke's face. He muttered, "I never thought my clan uncle could obtain such power from the Royal Family. I won't lose! The Royal Family stands with us. Asano Kiyoshi is ultimately nothing more than someone we can casually erase from our path!"
The next instant, he activated the dreamlike fragment implanted in his heart with all his strength.
As his spiritual pressure surged, the flames already stretching for several kilometers swelled once more. The night was illuminated in an instant, and nearly a quarter of the Seireitei turned from night into day!
Under that explosive power, dozens of rebel noble Death Warriors who failed to evade in time were reduced directly to ash.
Yet Tsunayashiro Sosuke did not stop because of that. Instead, he grew even more frenzied. Looking at Asano Kiyoshi, he said, "After