Ronglin swept his gaze across the trees swaying in the howling wind. Comma-shaped glimmers rose in his pupils as he activated his Dojutsu, trying to read the changes in Spiritual Pressure here. Yet he discovered that the dense Spiritual Pressure had nearly filled the entire space, while the strange turbulent currents of Spiritual Pressure had almost swallowed every trajectory of flowing Spirit Particles.
Ronglin was deeply puzzled. What kind of strangeness existed in this place to create such an immense density of Spiritual Pressure that even his Dojutsu had failed?
"Something's wrong!" After walking a little farther, Ronglin finally noticed the anomaly.
"What did you find?" Kuchiki Byakuya's heart tightened, his hand already resting on his Zanpakuto.
"The rhythm of the wind is steady, one wave following another. Though it rises and falls, it keeps repeating the same pattern." Ronglin listened to the whistling wind within the dense forest, his gaze turning colder. "We've been affected by these turbulent currents of Spiritual Pressure and can't detect it, but the pattern of the wind exposed the flaw. Something with wind-based abilities is constantly circling around us, interfering with our senses."
Upon hearing Ronglin's words, Kuchiki Byakuya and Shiba Zhu both grew tense. After listening carefully, they soon discovered that although the howling wind in the shadowy forest was fierce, its rhythm repeated in cycles. It was nothing like a naturally formed gale.
"Who is there, playing tricks?" Kuchiki Byakuya stood still and looked around before shouting aloud. His composed bearing revealed the poise of a high-ranking noble as he immediately sensed the changes in the surrounding Spiritual Pressure, attempting to locate any enemy hidden in the darkness.
Ronglin sneered. "It's useless. The Spiritual Pressure interference here is too strong. You can't sense any Spiritual Pressure at all."
Shiba Zhu gripped her