Captain Aizen: There Is a Vast Amount of Power Within You That Isn't Yours-You Absolutely Cannot Control It!

The blue spirit particles in Harry's palm gradually condensed into the shape of a milk tea. Inside the transparent cup, the brown liquid glimmered faintly, and tiny droplets of condensation could even be seen clinging to the cup's walls, forming a glaring contrast against Hueco Mundo's desolate white sands.

Captain Commander stared at that beverage from the Human World, his pupils suddenly shrinking. For the first time, the authority vanished from his aged face, leaving only utter astonishment. Even the hand gripping Zanka no Tachi began to tremble slightly.

"Dis... disassemble everything... and convert it into spirit particles?" His voice was no longer as deep and steady as before. Instead, it carried a barely noticeable rasp, as though he simply could not comprehend the meaning of those few words.

The blazing slash was still locked in a stalemate with Harry's green slash, but it had clearly fallen into a disadvantage. The green light continuously eroded the fiery attack as if it were alive, bit by bit devouring the power Captain Commander had been so proud of—the power that could burn everything to ashes.

But Captain Commander had no attention left for the battle. Every ounce of his focus had been seized by that cup of milk tea and Harry's words.

"Impossible..." Captain Commander abruptly raised his voice, his tone carrying a nearly unrestrained rebuttal:

"How could someone's control over spirit particles be so absolute?

Even Yhwach, standing at the pinnacle of the Quincy, could only manipulate the form of spirit particles within a limited range.

Disassembling everything and then reshaping it—this is not the ability of a Soul Reaper at all. This is the creative power possessed only by the Spirit King!"

He had lived for a thousand years. From the day he awakened his Bankai, he had considered himself