Hueco Mundo.
Beneath the crescent moon, upon silver sand.
Endless, profound shadows carried overwhelming spiritual pressure, swallowing the boundless, faintly gleaming silver sands. The raging wind howled without cease, its scraping cries like shrill screams.
The two forces faced each other across the desert, their spiritual pressures crashing relentlessly.
Holy Arrows of Destruction and Cero beams collided beneath the moonlight, illuminating the darkness in dazzling splendor, like countless fireworks blooming across the sky.
In a one-on-one fight, let alone ordinary Hollows, even low-level Menos Gillians would struggle to gain the upper hand against the Wandenreich's elite soldiers.
But what did Hueco Mundo lack least?
Sand!
And then Hollows!
If one Cero wasn't enough, then ten, a hundred, a thousand!
In an actual war, with the upper echelons of both sides locked in confrontation, Hueco Mundo could bury the Wandenreich and Soul Society alive through sheer numbers!
You fired one Holy Arrow of Destruction; I answered with a thousand Ceros.
Did they even understand what firepower suppression meant?
When it came to numbers, the Wandenreich truly went all out. Ordinary soldiers and elite soldiers alike entered the fray, including even the elite among elites—the Empire's Holy Soldiers!
A force like this, if it attacked Soul Society, could take down over a thousand Shinigami Soldiers in a single volley.
Add a few weaker Captains, Lieutenants, and even Seated Officers to that list, and it would not be impossible.
And now, let us look at Las Noches's side.
Very good.
Masses upon masses of Hollows piled atop one another like an ocean, stretching beyond the limits of sight.
In sheer numbers alone, they outnumbered the Wandenreich's forces by at least a hundredfold!
Some Gillians might even step on and crush a few ordinary Hollows that failed to watch where they were going as