Once Zaraki could skillfully wield his Bankai, it might no longer damage his own body.
But no matter how one looked at it, the intensity of Zaraki's spiritual pressure after releasing his Bankai truly surpassed Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto's.
"Zaraki, perhaps you still haven't reached that realm."
"However, with the power hidden within you, if it were all unleashed, you would surely face the same problem."
"That is, your fragile body would collapse under the eruption of your spiritual pressure..."
Wisps of blue spiritual pressure surfaced around Ailin's body.
Empowered by the increase in spiritual pressure, the Zanpakuto in Ailin's hand easily forced Zaraki's Zanpakuto back.
Even when Zaraki gripped his sword with both hands and the golden spiritual pressure around him blazed like flames, he could not stop himself from being pushed back by Ailin. The spirit particles beneath his feet scraped against the air, throwing off sparks.
"Whoosh!"
In the end, Zaraki was sent flying by Ailin's burst of strength. He flipped backward, gathering massive amounts of spirit particles in his feet and left hand, carving three trails of white mist through the air. Only after retreating more than a dozen meters did he steady himself.
"Zaraki, I acknowledge the progress you've made over these past ten years."
"However, your body is still too weak."
"So weak that once you release all the spiritual pressure within you, your own immense spiritual pressure will kill you..."
"I don't want you to die before I even make a move the next time we fight."
"So over the next ten years, you'd better increase your physical strength several times over..."
"Otherwise..."
The moment he finished speaking, Ailin appeared behind Zaraki. The Zanpakuto in his hand had already been fully sheathed.
"Even if your spiritual pressure fully recovers, you still won't stand the