While the monk and Yhwach were engaged in a deadly fight, on the open stone steps outside Omotesandō, the killing intent had reached its peak.
The four Guard Squad members wearing white trench coats spread out in a fan shape, and Reiatsu formed a low roar in the air.
Ōetsu Nimaiya pushed up the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose and casually threw away the long, narrow and thin blade in his hand.
It was a Zanpakuto without a scabbard, named Sayafushi.
"To be honest, I don't have time to warm up with you slowly."
Ōetsu Nimaiya grinned, leaving an afterimage of his body on the bluestone.
Gerard puffed up his chest and was about to set up the Heilig Pfeil and the huge buckler in his hands.
A very thin ray of cold light passed through the void.
Even before the sound of gold and iron was heard, the tip of Sayafushi's knife had already pierced Gerard's throat.
His tall body swayed, and he fell to the ground with disbelief in his eyes.
Pernida The shadow hidden under the hood squirmed crazily, and countless nerve threads shot out from the cuffs.
Ōetsu Nimaiya didn't even move his eyes half an inch, moved his steps sideways, and turned his wrists.
Sayafushi penetrated directly into the center of Pernida's head, and the blade of the knife cut downwards, cutting it into two pieces on the spot.
Lille Barro raised the slender sniper barrel and locked the crosshair on Ōetsu Nimaiya's temple.
"Too slow."
Ōetsu Nimaiya's voice suddenly sounded in his ears.
Lille Before he even had time to pull the trigger, his head separated from his neck with the whirling blade and fell into the dust.
In the blink of an eye, all three core Attendants died.
Askin stood on the edge of the broken wall at the back, with bitterness at the corners of his mouth, and his curly hair on his forehead was messed up.
"It's so terrible. It's really a knife attack, and it doesn't even give them a chance to reason."
Ōetsu Nimaiya shook off the liquid stained on the blade and stepped towards Askin, "It's your turn next, little curly guy."
Askin did not draw the knife, but just put his fingers in his pocket and said softly, "You know, any substance will turn into a deadly poison as long as it is taken in excess."
Ōetsu Nimaiya's footsteps suddenly stopped, his body swayed, and his knees hit the ground involuntarily.
The blood flow in his body became extremely disordered, and his respiratory tract seemed to be blocked by mud, making it impossible to draw any breath.
"This is the critical dose of my ability to kill someone."
Askin sighed, squatted down and looked at Sword God who fell to the ground, "I have adjusted your body's tolerance threshold to its own blood to the lowest level. Every drop of blood you shed now is swallowing toxins."
Tenjirō Kirinji, who was watching the battle from behind, raised his eyebrows and spat the wooden stick on the ground.
"Hey, Ōetsu Nimaiya, don't embarrass yourself in front of your juniors."
Qilin Temple waved a long-handled wooden spoon, scooping out a large tumbling hot spring flow from the void, and splashed it directly on Ōetsu Nimaiya's back.
It is an ultra-high concentration spiritual liquid that can wash away all impurities and filth.
The scalding spring water washed past, and the toxins that were causing chaos in Ōetsu Nimaiya's body were instantly removed, and the originally necrotic blood vessels were rejuvenated.
Ōetsu Nimaiya stood up on his knees and shook his wet curls.
"Thank you, Tianshilang."
Ōetsu Nimaiya holds Sayafushi tightly, and a wave of air explodes under his feet.
Askin's pupils shrank suddenly and he wanted to jump back, but the speed of the blade had already exceeded the nerve conduction.
Sayafushi slashed across Askin's chest, leaving a smooth line of blood.
Four Guard Squad bodies were lying on the white jade steps, surrounded only by the rolling breeze of the sea of clouds.
However, before everyone Zero Division could breathe a sigh of relief, a huge vibration suddenly came from deep in the sky.
On the main road of the Inner Palace in a higher dimension, Ichibē Hyōsube's ink pen rewritten Yhwach into a black ant, and shot down the sky with one palm.
At the moment when the black figure fell, a vast ray of light fell from the sky.
Yhwach hovered in mid-air, raising his right hand high.
"Auswählen!"
The grand chanting sound penetrated the entire Soul King Palace and echoed among the Three Realms below.
Countless incandescent light beams penetrated from the sky to everywhere in Seireitei.
Those Sternritter members who stayed in the lower world to fight had their power stripped away without reservation.
The pure power stripped out turned into countless waterfalls of light that reached the sky and the earth, spanning endless distances and all flowing into the Soul King Palace Omotesandō.
Pure white flames enveloped the four cold corpses.
The originally broken head healed again, and the split body was quickly reorganized in the white light.
Lille Barro stood up again holding the spear, spreading huge wings composed of Reishi light spots behind him.
Gerard looked up to the sky and laughed, his body taller, and pure golden light flowed on the surface of the armor.
Pernida's hood was blown open, revealing a huge left arm made of countless nerve fibers.
Askin scratched the scar on his neck and sighed helplessly, "Being forced to work overtime by His Majesty is really a headache."
After the resurrection of the four people, Reiatsu increased exponentially and directly entered the form of Vollständig.
The violent Reiatsu air wave swept across the entire venue, shaking Ōetsu Nimaiya back several steps.
Not only that, Yhwach in the direction of the Inner Palace had triple pupils in his eyes. The Almighty's power was completely awakened, and Ichibē Hyōsube's body was torn into pieces with a wave of his hand.
"This is really troublesome."
Ōetsu Nimaiya put away his frivolous expression, and the knuckles of his fingers turned white while holding Sayafushi.
Kirio Hikifune put down the huge wooden spoon with a solemn expression.
Tenjirō Kirinji spat a mouthful of bloody saliva, and his eyes became extremely gloomy.
"There is nothing we can do."
The skeletal arms behind Senjumaru Shutara slowly stretched, and the white feather fabrics rustled in the violent airflow.
"The combined Reiatsu of all members of Zero Division, even just liberating the blade, will cause Three Realms to shake violently."
Qilin Temple snorted coldly, turned Zanpakuto over, and pointed the tip of the knife at his heart.
"That's why we need to make this blood covenant."
Kirio Hikifune forms a seal with both hands, and the soul-producing core in the body runs in reverse.
Ōetsu Nimaiya pushed up his sunglasses and grinned. "Senjumaru, it all depends on your performance. Don't let our death be in vain."
Senjumaru bowed slightly and performed an elegant court etiquette.
"Please rest assured that I will properly weave their journey to hell."
Before the words were spoken, Ōetsu Nimaiya, Tenjirō Kirinji, and Kirio Hikifune did not hesitate at all.
The sharp blade pierced his chest, and his spiritual core shattered in an instant.
The three noble figures turned into light fragments and disappeared on the white jade steps.
With the death of the three team members, the sealing law imposed on Senjumaru Shutara gradually disintegrated.
The supreme Reiatsu, which belongs to only one person, bursts out without reservation at this moment.
Boom--
Soul Society, World of the Living, Hueco Mundo, the entire Three Realms world was shaken at the same moment.
The earth trembled, seawater poured in, and Soul King Palace deep in the sea of clouds was also bearing this huge pressure.
Senjumaru taps the void with his toes, and the six white jade bone arms behind him extend infinitely, turning into six bone looms supporting the heaven and earth.
She stretched out her slender jade-like fingers, gently placed them in the void, and spoke her deep and solemn true name.
"Bankai."
"Shatatsu Karagara Shigarami no Tsuji."
The scene between heaven and earth was completely replaced in an instant.
The white jade steps and the sea of clouds all receded, and the four Guard Squad suddenly found themselves in a giant weaving workshop made of endless white bones and red brocade.
Countless huge looms were running automatically in the void, and the spindles made crisp impact sounds.
Senjumaru is suspended in the sky, like a skeleton weaver girl sitting on the spinning wheel of destiny, overlooking the enemies on the ground.
"This is the silk ribbon of fate."
Senjumaru caressed the silk thread like a piano string, and spoke in a calm and waveless tone.
"The date of your death has already been woven into this piece of cloth."