"This was impossible! You hadn't released your Zanpakuto, nor did you possess the power of a Schrift like I did. How could you possibly have such terrifying spiritual pressure?!"
When Doslik saw Yoru Machi holding the enormous spiritual pressure sphere in his hand, which had expanded to several hundred meters in mere moments, he could no longer maintain his composure.
The Holy Arrow in his hand had been formed by gathering Reishi from the air through a Reishi cluster, whereas the spiritual pressure sphere in Yoru Machi's hand had been supplied almost entirely by his own spiritual pressure and Reishi.
If Doslik had been given enough time, he could likewise have expanded his Holy Arrow to that size.
But the crucial problem was that while he was capable of reaching that level, Yoru Machi was clearly not giving him the time to do so.
When he saw the spiritual pressure sphere, hundreds of meters in diameter and resembling a small blue sun from afar, being hurled at him, Doslik could only grit his teeth and throw out his Holy Arrow.
Big did not necessarily mean powerful. As long as he endured this attack, the victory afterward would be his.
A Soul Reaper's techniques consumed their own spiritual pressure and Reishi, while Quincy could absorb Reishi from the air and the outside world. That was Sankt Altar.
How many times could the other side use such an ostentatious and powerful technique, no matter how much spiritual pressure he had?
"Boom—!"
As an earth-shaking explosion rang out, the entire First Division Barracks shook violently under the intense collision of the two masses of spiritual pressure.
The ground split apart, and the surrounding First Division buildings began collapsing over a wide area.
The Holy Arrow Doslik had placed such high hopes on, however,