As Ulquiorra's words fell, he stood suspended in midair. Under the faint light, his body appeared tall and slender. A black "1" was clearly imprinted upon his pale chest, proclaiming his current identity—the First Espada.
At that moment, Ulquiorra was like a demon, his pale green, indifferent eyes looking down at Gin on the ground without a trace of warmth.
His tall figure against the pitch-black sky was not ugly in the slightest. Instead, it displayed an eerie sort of beauty.
"Riiip, riiip..."
The horrific wounds inflicted upon him by the dense sea of blades earlier were rapidly healing at a visible rate, an unsettling sight to behold.
Hearing his words, Gin, standing on the ground, slightly narrowed his eyes as he thought to himself.
Is it about to end?
At that thought, his hand unconsciously tightened around Kamishini no Yari. His narrowed eyes opened into thin slits, icy blue light flickering in their depths as his gaze swept over Ulquiorra above.
In that case... there's no need to keep hiding anymore...
"Whoosh..."
A cold wind swept across the battlefield. The once-open ground had long since become riddled with devastation, its surface covered in craters and cracks.
For several kilometers around, it looked as though a massive beast had savagely trampled the area, leaving it in utter ruin.
As Ulquiorra's words ended, their previously fierce battle came to a brief halt.
This abrupt transition from intense combat to stillness caught everyone around them off guard. They held their breaths and watched the two fighters with grave expressions.
To the people of Las Noches, it was clear that something about the situation on the battlefield had changed.
It felt like being trapped in a scorching desert, only to suddenly take a step into a realm of bone-piercing ice. The heat would