Intelligence Let Slip in Passing

Boom!!!

As the smoke and dust cleared, Kurosaki Masaki floated quietly in midair, the black-and-white wings behind her gently flapping and scattering specks of Spirit Particles.

She slowly lowered the Spirit Bow still radiating intense heat, her expression retaining that same indifferent aloofness, as if she had seen through all worldly matters.

Not far below her, Ross's towering figure stood like an insurmountable mountain, firmly blocking her path to Aizen and taking the killing blow she had just unleashed head-on.

"Cough, cough..."

Behind him, Aizen had now lost all ability to fight.

He supported himself on Illusion with one hand, his body swaying unsteadily. Every breath came with a wheezing rasp from his lungs, like bellows being pulled.

He had lost.

A complete and utter defeat.

Yet although his Spiritual Pressure was nearly exhausted and his body was on the verge of collapse, an unprecedented gleam shone in Aizen's brown eyes.

Far from being dispirited, his mental state was abnormally exhilarated.

Because he had obtained the answer he had dreamed of.

Kurosaki Masaki, whom he had originally regarded as nothing more than a fortunate experimental subject, had actually transformed under the empowerment of that force to heights beyond even his reach.

If Kurosaki Masaki, who had originally been merely a piece of worthless stone with some potential, could become such a dazzling jewel after being enlightened by the Soul King's Power...

Then...

Aizen lowered his head, looking at his trembling palm as a bloodstained smile curled across his lips.

If he, who was already an unparalleled piece of raw jade, obtained the empowerment of that power as well, what inconceivable realm could he reach in the future?

Merely imagining it filled him with immense anticipation.

"May I leave now, Captain Ross, one of the Five Great Special War Powers jointly