"They sure think highly of me."
Su Feng sighed. "There have to be more than thirty Zanpakuto here, right?"
Heavy spiritual pressure blanketed the surroundings, making the air increasingly thick and oppressive. The nearby Shinigami immediately dropped to one knee against their will.
The various figures closing in all had one thing in common.
They meant no good.
Driven by Muramasa's power, the desires in the rebellious Zanpakuto's hearts had been magnified to the extreme. Yet, because they had separated from their Shinigami, their strength had also diminished to a certain extent.
Cases like Soi Fon's, where she had been overwhelmingly suppressed by her own Zanpakuto and had nearly lost her life, were rare after all.
Even so, dozens of Zanpakuto combined were still a force not to be underestimated.
Su Feng had even sensed several familiar spiritual pressures among them.
Shinsō, Engetsu, Minazuki, Gonryōmaru...
If nothing unexpected happened, their respective owners were already rushing to the scene.
Because of the battle, the spiritual pressure and Reishi density in the surrounding area were in chaos. The Communication Device was completely unusable.
Still, the captains should have pinpointed the location the moment those spiritual pressures appeared.
"Burn!"
A low roar rang out from the mass of blades. A crescent-shaped flaming Sword Pressure tore through the air and flew straight at Su Feng.
That attack immediately sounded the charge.
Countless attacks in chaotic forms instantly locked onto Su Feng, who stood where he was.
Even the surrounding air twisted from the force, forming disorderly intersecting lines with trajectories complex to the extreme.
Boom!
Rampaging energy poured down and swallowed Su Feng whole. The spiritual pressure at the center vanished in an instant, as if it had been erased.
The next moment.
Su Feng, now without his Captain's Haori, appeared at the edge