After the two temporarily stopped fighting, the tense atmosphere at the scene did not gradually subside. Instead, it grew increasingly scorching.
The bluestone ground of the clearing suddenly exploded, and the blade of Harry's Dankai Reido shattered inch by inch.
Yet the instant it shattered, endless spirit particles gathered over the remnants of the original blade, forming a violet-white spirit particle blade.
Harry's voice, wrapped in the humming tremor of spirit particles, rang across the entire clearing:
"Everything belongs to me. Spirit passage reaches its end. Release—Bankai! Senkaimon!"
In an instant, the air within a hundred meters shimmered with scale-like violet light. Every free-floating spirit particle turned into a stream at his command and rapidly gathered around him.
By the time he finished reciting the release command, the spirit particle blade formed from the converging particles had finally taken shape completely.
Harry lightly swung the blade, and everything around him began to break down into its most basic spirit particles at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Those particles formed a vortex and poured into the Zanpakuto in Harry's hand.
At the sight, the pupils of the many Captains rapidly contracted. Some of the veteran Captains were especially shocked—they had seen a similar ability before.
The Soul Reapers had once faced a great enemy: a group known as the Quincy.
The Quincy possessed the ability to convert the matter of Soul Society into spirit particles and use those particles in battle.
But even those Quincy could not manipulate spirit particles across such a vast range.
Shiba Kaien did not dare let down his guard. His trident was already embedded in the ground, while the pooled water beneath his feet spun wildly. The surging waves suddenly solidified into enormous ice-blue water scythes.
He threw back his head and let out