Strands of Natural Energy that Uchiha Hiko had just gathered flowed into his hand, forming an illusory greatsword.
After losing the Netherflame Blade, Uchiha Hiko had sensed another method of condensing energy into a weapon from the shape of that enormous palm.
Although he could only condense an illusory shadow for now, its power was not much weaker than the Netherflame Blade had been.
"Heh heh, forget it. I admit that we lost today. You really are strong, but next time, you won't be able to escape~."
Stark looked at the killing intent filling Uchiha Hiko's eyes, waved a hand, and chuckled helplessly.
His injuries had only just healed, and his combat strength was not even half of what it usually was. With Ulquiorra beside him in the same condition, how could they possibly still have the ability to fight Uchiha Hiko?
Furthermore, Kisuke Urahara's spiritual pressure was drawing closer and closer, and the other Espada had also sent him word just now.
The people from the Soul Society had already appeared. They could hold them back, but there were simply too many enemies. Even if they delayed them, they would not be able to hold out for long.
If they continued fighting, they might truly die here.
For the first time, Stark felt that he was too weak.
The two turned to leave, casting Uchiha Hiko one deep look as they departed.
Uchiha Hiko merely stood atop the billboard, with no intention of stopping them.
By now, he had defeated half of the Espada and killed one of them.
If he kept the top four here as well, then using Hueco Mundo's forces to contend against the Soul Society and the Wandenreich in the future would likely become far more difficult.
"I hope you'll be stronger when we meet