"If you hadn't stopped me back then..."
Uchiha Hiko could hardly stand watching Sosuke Aizen smugly showing off in front of him. He carefully sensed that spiritual pressure and found that it had not dissipated.
Then he coughed a few times.
"Who?!" Sosuke Aizen looked around in shock. Was there really a second person in here?
Uchiha Hiko snickered as he watched Sosuke Aizen dart his eyes around, looking utterly tense.
"Hmph! Sosuke Aizen, you'd better put down what you're holding." Uchiha Hiko deliberately altered his voice. Within this enclosed space, it echoed like a demonic voice that lingered endlessly.
Sosuke Aizen's brows furrowed tightly. The moment that spiritual pressure had swept across the entire Soul Society, he had sensed its overwhelming force as well.
Its spiritual pressure was scarcely inferior even to the "Sokyoku" formed from a million Zanpakuto.
But he had never heard that spiritual pressure could transmit voices.
It was utterly unbelievable.
"Who are you? The owner of this spiritual pressure?" Sosuke Aizen asked in astonishment, the calm composure on his face having long since vanished without a trace.
Behind him, Uchiha Hiko grinned broadly and chuckled to himself.
"If you know what's good for you, put back what you're holding."
Sosuke Aizen suddenly swung his Zanpakuto, slashing behind him.
"There's no one!" Sosuke Aizen's heart skipped a beat. Had he guessed wrong?
Could there be another person inside, wearing the black cloak invented by Kisuke Urahara?
But wasn't that black cloak, which concealed all of one's presence, on him?
"Who might Your Excellency be? Could you show yourself so we may meet?"
Sosuke Aizen still refused to abandon the idea of meeting this person. In his heart, he had gradually begun to believe that spiritual pressure... could transmit voices.
But how was that done? Could one