The spiritual-pressure sword energy, condensed to the utmost limit, slashed down upon the earth, but Shin's figure had already vanished.
The eye on Aizen's forehead shifted slightly. In an instant, four figures of Shin appeared around him, each swinging a sword at the same time.
They were neither shadow clones nor illusions. Every one of them was the real body, and none had suffered the slightest reduction in strength.
"Hmph!" Aizen gave a soft snort as tangible spiritual pressure spread from his body, blocking every one of Shin's attacks at once.
Having fought to this point, the two finally entered their fiercest battle.
Ordinary people could hardly imagine what a head-on clash between two experts close to the realm of gods would look like. Not only ordinary people—even the captains of the Seireitei, or ordinary Gold Saints, would have found it difficult to imagine such a scene.
Two streaks of light crossed through each other, moving rapidly through the skies above the Myriad Worlds Continent. Terrifying spiritual pressure and chakra collided in the fiercest possible confrontation. Earth-shaking booms rang out without end, and every collision sent horrifying shockwaves sweeping outward as the ground sank amid rumbling thunder.
If anyone had been standing at a higher altitude and looking down, they would surely have bitten off their tongues in shock. Other than a scene like the end of the world, they would have been unable to see anything else.
The Myriad Worlds Continent was enormous, and the solidity of both its space and land far surpassed that of ordinary worlds.
But no matter what, there was still a limit. It was merely more difficult to destroy—not impossible.
Just like now, when Aizen and Shin's power rose to its peak, even the Myriad Worlds Continent could no longer withstand the collision of