Kurosaki Ichigo's Reiatsu continued to surge wildly, as if it would never end. His figure had already blurred within the distorted Reiatsu, leaving only those pupils burning with black flames.
The path of Zangetsu's swings left afterimages in the air. Every slash carried all of his strength, and Getsuga Tensho after Getsuga Tensho rained down like a torrential downpour of black slashes upon Evil God Gralgon's massive body.
The ground beneath his feet had long since been crushed into dust, yet he floated in midair, mechanically repeating the motion of swinging his blade.
"Boom!"
"Boom! Boom!"
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The endless slashes struck Evil God Gralgon's surface, erupting with deafening roars. Ripple-like waves spread across He's decaying body before calming in an instant.
Kurosaki Ichigo seemed not to see any of it. His consciousness had completely sunk into this desperate battle.
The world was accelerating toward decay.
The sky had turned a sickly dark green. Thick liquid dripped from the clouds like pus from festering wounds, buildings had long since become black swamps, and the air was filled with the stench of rotting flesh.
Yet none of it entered his sight. The only thing left in his eyes was the enemy he had to defeat.
Cracks began to appear along Zangetsu's blade, while the bone armor of his Intangibility peeled away under repeated full-force bursts. Blood seeped from the torn web between his thumb and forefinger, only to evaporate instantly beneath his violent Reiatsu. His body had long surpassed its limits, yet he continued swinging his blade tirelessly.
Gralgon silently watched this insignificant human, waiting for the aura of the "world" within him to rise to its limit.
He did not resist, nor did He need to.
What need was there to resist a power incapable of causing any harm?