"This... is impossible..." Eyes widened in stunned disbelief as everyone stared blankly at the proud figure standing calmly amid Pandemonium's flower bed of blood. They all involuntarily held their breath.
They did not even dare breathe heavily. Their open mouths remained unclosed for a long time—or perhaps they had simply forgotten to close them. Everyone present, along with everyone across the continent watching through the projection Magic Crystals, momentarily forgot their own existence. All their eyes could reflect was that white figure with his long robes billowing...
That should make it foolproof... Achill raised his head, a faint smile of complete control curling his lips. Now the outcome is settled, because no one—
Can escape Kyoka Suigetsu's hypnosis... A faint black flame ignited between his fingers. With a light flick, the erupting darkness instantly reduced all of Pandemonium around him to nothing. He looked at the patterns exposed beneath his feet: countless strangely shaped magical totems formed from magical light, shimmering faintly with an inexplicable pulling force.
His gaze casually swept over the audience, who showed no reaction whatsoever to his actions. He lightly raised his right hand, a speck of profound, moon-white magic surging at his fingertips, and chuckled softly. "As one of the strongest Zanpakutō, Kyoka Suigetsu's Complete Hypnosis is absolute..."
"No one can ever escape Kyoka Suigetsu's enslavement—"
As he finished speaking, the powerful magic gathered at his fingertips surged forth. Fierce, mysterious moon-white radiance pierced through the patterns beneath his feet like a faint streak of light, utterly destroying the magical conduits secretly absorbing the residual magic in the arena—
"So that's how it is. These so-called Grand Magic Games..." Retracting his right hand, Achill glanced at the magical conduits he had completely destroyed beneath his feet and could not help sneering faintly. "No wonder. No