The Kido chanted by hundreds of voices at once was like the Hymn of the Believers sung by the most devout worshippers before a cathedral. Waves of sound piled atop one another, like a dust-covered Madonna Statue before a ruined church, filled with the allure of death.
Watching the Reishi around them nearly being drained dry, Mayuri Kurotsuchi's face showed a faint trace of gravity. He said to Nemu,
"Nemu, prepare some Nutrient Injections. If Kenpachi Zaraki fails to withstand this attack, he'll probably need more than six Nutrient Injections."
"Yes, Lord Mayuri Kurotsuchi."
Though that fellow usually had no brains and was always breaking his equipment, he was still a reasonably obedient test subject. It would be too much of a pity for him to die like this.
That was Mayuri Kurotsuchi's inner monologue. However, whether he truly thought so was another matter entirely.
In the sky, Kenpachi watched the Kido rapidly hurtling toward him without the slightest fear on his face. He laughed loudly as his spiritual pressure surged to its limit. Yet that limit still had boundaries, and the growth of his strength was far slower than the incoming Kido attacks.
As violent explosions flashed across the sky, the entire battlefield was illuminated in orange-yellow light.
The torrent of Reishi formed by countless converging Kido blasted the people fighting below off their feet. The Combat Souls who had chanted together earlier had also lost their fighting capacity; releasing high-level Kido through their bodies was practically no different from taking their lives.
The people on the ground watched the explosion that seemed capable of tearing apart even the clouds, all looking anxiously into the sky. Ikkaku shouted in alarm,
"Captain!"
But when the smoke and dust cleared, something happened that no one had expected.
Kenpachi Zaraki was almost