Yet, to everyone's utter astonishment, not a single drop of crimson blood flowed from the wound that pierced Sōsuke Aizen's chest from front to back!
Immediately afterward, something even more startling happened-the sharp blade named Illusion slowly began merging into Sōsuke Aizen's body.
Both the hilt in front and the tip behind him sank into his chest little by little, as though drawn by an invisible suction.
With every passing second, Illusion embedded itself a little deeper into his body.
Time slipped quietly by.
Finally, when the very last trace of Illusion's hilt vanished completely into Sōsuke Aizen's body, his Reiatsu erupted with an unprecedentedly savage power!
Like a long-slumbering beast suddenly awakening, or an immense volcano that had been suppressed for ages and was about to erupt, its overwhelming might defied description.
At that moment, the deep purple representing Sōsuke Aizen and the vivid red symbolizing Naruto, two powerful energies that could be called unparalleled, each occupied half the sky.
They intertwined and illuminated one another, like the magnificent, richly colored afterglow of sunset, radiating the most brilliant, breathtaking splendor of the entire day.
In this heart-stopping confrontation, both Sōsuke Aizen and Naruto seemed to have abandoned those intricate, cumbersome, and flashy but impractical techniques without consulting each other.
All everyone could see were their bodies, wrapped in thick layers of red or purple energy. From a distance, they looked as though they wore mysterious, extraordinarily magnificent battle garments, imposing and utterly commanding.
At the same time, the energy fluctuations surrounding their bodies grew increasingly violent, like an endless, churning ocean, wave after wave battering everything around them.
Witnessing this firsthand, His Majesty instantly grasped the hidden truth:
In fact, Sōsuke Aizen had never intended to use Illusion's mysterious ability;
Likewise, Naruto had no intention of performing his signature