This spiritual pressure...
Su Feng was beginning to question his life. "How could it be so similar to Uryū Sōken's spiritual pressure?!"
He stared fixedly at the silver-haired figure.
The fierce battle continued.
However, even with fresh reinforcements joining the fray, White's enhanced strength still far exceeded Isshin Shiba's expectations.
Two captain-class fighters were being pounded into the ground by their opponent.
There was no dignity to speak of.
"Getsuga Tenshō!"
An invigorating roar rang out overhead. Blood sprayed from Isshin Shiba's mouth, merging with the flames burning along Engetsu's blade.
As Engetsu came down, the long sword left behind a crescent-shaped Sword Pressure formed from flames in the night sky.
The horizontal crescent tore through the air with incomparable speed and struck White directly on the arm.
Boom!
Dust and smoke exploded as the slender figure was sent flying hundreds of meters away.
The silver-haired girl drew her bow. A Holy Arrow of Destruction radiating azure light rested upon the bowstring, its immense spiritual pressure warping the surrounding space.
Bzz—
The moment the string was released, a sharp whistling sound tore through the air. A beam of light split the heavens and directly caught up with White's tumbling form.
Another deafening explosion erupted.
A massive fireball bloomed in the sky, illuminating everything around it and even dispersing part of the heavy cloud cover.
In terms of talent alone, Uryū Sōken had not possessed such strength at her age.
"Cough!" Isshin Shiba coughed up blood, his expression grim. "In this state, I can't use Bankai anymore."
His Bankai placed an enormous burden on his body. After repeatedly clashing with White, he had already suffered internal injuries.
He could no longer use Bankai now.
Bzz—
Yet their combined attack had not inflicted much damage on White.
A dark figure shot out