Gilgamesh and Saitama leaving one after the other helped somewhat with the chaotic situation, though overall, it did not help much.
"So he punched everyone, then just swaggered off like that?" Uchiha Madara muttered. He had a major grievance about having been caught up in it just now.
"I support you going one-on-one with him." Shin chuckled softly beside him. "Don't worry. Hashirama and I will collect your body when the time comes."
"..."
As they spoke, another change occurred on the battlefield. Yamamoto Genryusai rose to his feet with his sword in hand, his gaze sharpening. "Now! Move!"
At his command, the many captains of the Seireitei unleashed powerful spiritual pressure and charged straight at Aizen's Las Noches faction.
"Reign over the frosted heavens, Hyorinmaru!"
Toshiro, hailed as a genius, was the first to charge forward. A crescent-shaped chain extended from the end of his blade, and the chill intensified dramatically.
With one slash, an ice dragon roared forth. The surrounding temperature, which had been scorching just moments ago, began to plummet wildly. Dark clouds filled the sky as frigid energy rapidly gathered.
"What a reckless little brat!" Ichimaru Gin narrowed his eyes, that false smile still resting on his lips. Holding his Zanpakuto in one hand, he slashed out, and a cold gleam flashed.
"Shoot to kill, Shinso!"
His Zanpakuto abruptly extended. A streak of white light sliced through the air, instantly cutting the incoming ice dragon into fragments.
Yet because of this, the fierce clash between the two sides officially began. The scene immediately descended into utter chaos, with shockwaves swiftly spreading outward.
Opportunities often arrived when one was completely unprepared. Like now—if they failed to seize it, it would likely vanish in an instant.
When Aizen had rebelled and fled to Hueco Mundo before, countless powerful