The howling gale could not suppress that declaration aimed at the world.
Like a god looking down upon all living things, Aizen's indifferent gaze swept over the crowd, taking in every expression of shock and bewilderment.
Until it landed on Su Feng's calm, unruffled face.
Aizen curled his lips into a smile in return, then slowly turned around and said leisurely:
"Farewell, Shinigami."
"Farewell, Captain Su Feng."
"The next time we meet will likely be on the battlefield."
With that, he walked toward the profound darkness. The savage white bone masks retreated to either side like a tide, clearing a broad path for him.
"Leaving so lightly... don't you think that's a little too plain?"
Su Feng's sudden words halted Aizen's steps. His aloof gaze turned back, passing through the curtain of Negación and falling upon the scene below.
Under his puzzled gaze, Su Feng slowly drew the Zanpakuto at his waist.
Buzz—
An invisible ripple spread out from him in an instant, reaching across the entirety of Soul Society.
Above, the clouds froze and the wind suddenly fell silent. Even the drifting spirit particles came to a standstill. It was as if the world itself had stopped turning, and even breathing became almost imperceptible.
Beneath the blazing sun, a crescent moon rose from Su Feng's palm, contending with heaven and earth for their radiance.
Countless fine, light currents of wind shimmered across the crystal-clear blade. Crackling golden arcs of lightning intertwined among them, adding even more dazzling splendor to the already resplendent crescent moon.
Majestic spiritual pressure surged around Su Feng. In only an instant, it dyed the entire sky, and from afar, the Seireitei seemed to have been swallowed by night.
Scenes beyond comprehension unfolded one after another before the captains. The endless transformations struck their understanding of