In Hueco Mundo, beneath the crescent moon.
Blood trickled from Candice Catnipp's lips, and her fair skin was covered in charred scorch marks from the intense heat.
The long white glove on her arm had been reduced to tatters by the rampaging spirit particles.
She looked unwillingly ahead, where deep-blue lightning continued to dance across that provocatively curvaceous body.
It was not just her. The other members of the Female Sternritter could not understand it either.
Why was there a monster of this level in the Hollow Kingdom too?
Above their line of sight, the tall, slender black figure gazed expressionlessly at the four below, as though looking at corpses.
There was not the slightest emotional ripple in those calm eyes.
His immense, boundless spiritual pressure continued to rise as if it had no limit. Deep-black rain fell among the silver-white sands.
Thick clouds carried vast, ocean-like spiritual pressure as they blanketed the entire battlefield.
The rain gradually intensified, changing from a drizzle into a downpour that washed away the sticky blood, shattered limbs, and debris between the sands, as if it intended to cleanse everything on the battlefield.
The crescent moon hid behind the dark clouds, quietly casting a faint sliver of moonlight onto the black figure in the sky.
It allowed both the Hollows and the Quincy to make out his appearance.
Black wings spread completely behind his back. The bone-white helmet had vanished, replaced by two curved, slender horns like those of a demon.
His black hair had grown long and fell down his back.
The Hollow hole in his chest had widened. A whip-like tail coiled before him while crackling lightning surrounded him.
Ink-black patterns traced across his body, forming hellish designs. A terrifying pressure, as though the heavens were collapsing, bore down upon the four