Threads of natural energy that Uchiha Hikaru had just gathered converged in his hand, forming an illusory greatsword.
This was another method of condensing energy into a weapon that Uchiha Hikaru had sensed from the shape of that enormous palm after losing the Nether Flame Blade.
Although he could only condense a phantom for now, its power was not much weaker than that of the Nether Flame Blade.
"Heh heh, forget it. I admit that we lost today. You really are strong, but next time, you won't be able to escape."
Stark looked at the killing intent in Uchiha Hikaru's eyes, waved his hand, and said with a helpless chuckle.
His injuries had only just recovered, and his Combat Power was not even half of what it normally was. With Ulquiorra beside him in the same condition, how could they possibly still have the ability to fight Uchiha Hikaru?
Moreover, Kisuke Urahara's spiritual pressure was drawing closer and closer, and the other Espada had also sent him messages just now.
The people from Soul Society had already appeared. Though they could hold them back, there were simply too many enemies. Even if they tried to stall them, they could not delay them for long.
If they kept fighting, they might really die here.
For the first time, Stark felt that he was too weak.
The two turned and, as they left, gave Uchiha Hikaru one deep look.
Uchiha Hikaru merely stood atop the billboard, with no intention of stopping them.
By now, he had defeated half of the Espada and killed one of them.
If he also kept the top four here, then using Hueco Mundo's forces against Soul Society and the Wandenreich in the future would likely become much more difficult.
"I hope you'll be stronger the next time