"Sing, Benihime!"
On the Seireitei's side, Urahara Kisuke released his Zanpakuto, and crimson spiritual pressure formed a shield before him.
Crack!
A crisp shattering sound rang out. The shield was as fragile as paper in Frieza's hand.
With a simple punch, Urahara Kisuke and Yamamoto Genryusai were sent flying backward. Blood gushed uncontrollably from their bodies. Urahara Kisuke had been severely wounded in just one move.
Yamamoto Genryusai, who had already been seriously injured, was pushed straight to the brink of death.
In terms of strength, the world of Soul Reapers was not considered weak even in the entire multiverse. Strictly speaking, it should have been a tier above the Naruto World.
But compared to a higher plane like Dragon Ball, the difference was like that between duckweed and a great tree—let alone against Frieza, an existence akin to an emperor of the universe.
"Oh~~hoho~~, looks like you still have the strength. Then I'll ask again: what is this world, and how can I return to my original universe?"
Resting his Zanpakuto against the ground, Urahara Kisuke remained silent, his gaze dark. Throughout the Soul Reaper storyline, his actions had always been unfathomable.
Even Aizen had ultimately been sealed by his series of schemes, leading to his defeat.
But that had been based on the premise that both sides possessed the strength to fight. It was nothing like this one-sided crushing defeat.
He glanced into the distance and lightly shook his head.
There, Yoruichi Shihōin was waiting for an opportunity to strike, but in truth, she had yet to find one.
She had suppressed her presence to nearly nothing and did not dare move recklessly. The strength her opponent displayed had already surpassed her understanding; a sneak attack would have no meaning.
"You want to know about this world? Then