Despair

The dark crescent moon across the sky finally faded away in the void.

Crazy Reishi strong winds ravaged the broken hall, and the gravel turned into fine dust in mid-air.

Directly in front of the steps of the throne, the black mire that was originally so thick that it could not be dissolved was torn into a huge void.

Most of the tumbling black liquid dissipated, revealing the Obsidian robe that Yhwach originally covered underneath.

Most of those densely moving pupils were wiped away by this all-out slash.

Ichigo Kurosaki stood on the edge of the pit, holding a long knife in both hands, and his chest rose and fell rapidly.

Seeing the scene in front of him, a hint of unconcealable joy flashed across the young man's golden pupils.

Hit.

That seemingly unshakable defense is not a truly invincible barrier.

However, before the curve of the corner of Ichigo Kurosaki's mouth could be fully formed, a sudden change occurred.

A strange hum suddenly sounded in the void.

The black substance that had been completely evaporated by Getsuga Tenshō appeared from everywhere in the air without warning.

The dissipated black shadow does not even need time to accumulate, and then covers it again like a reverse tide.

In the blink of an eye, the churning black liquid once again filled the entire high platform, and dozens of pupils reopened in the ink color.

Yhwach stood at the top of the stone steps, the sacredness and weirdness on his face remained intact.

Ichigo Kurosaki The smile at the corner of his mouth suddenly solidified.

Yhwach slowly raised his eyelids and stared condescendingly at the astonished young man.

Yhwach said in a calm tone, "You seem to be delighted with the results of that blow just now, Ichigo."

Ichigo Kurosaki didn't respond, but the fingers holding the handle of the knife turned white inch by inch.

Yhwach took steps forward, and sticky shadows were dragged under his feet again.

"I have already said that the limits that mortals can reach are nothing but ridiculous repetitions in the Almighty's vision."

Yhwach pulled out the broad sword with his right hand and said calmly, "The decisive blow you exerted with all your strength is of no use in the face of the established endgame."

Ichigo Kurosaki took a deep breath and swallowed back the blood foam rising in his throat.

"Whether it works or not, it's not up to you, you bastard, to decide with your mouth!"

The Reishi under Ichigo Kurosaki's feet suddenly exploded.

His whole body turned into a straight line of light and shadow, crushed the ground and rushed up again.

The blood-colored chain on the long knife made a crisp sound, pulling out afterimages in the void.

There is no point in holding back at this moment.

Since knocking off a layer of black mud can restore it, then cut off ten or a hundred layers until the monster in front of you is completely chopped into pieces.

The figure of Ichigo Kurosaki rushed to Yhwach in an instant, and the long sword chopped off the opponent's head with the force of splitting the mountain.

Yhwach raised his hand and waved his sword to greet him.

The two divine weapons collided in mid-air, erupting into a continuous clash of gold and iron.

Black and white spiritual light and golden holy light frequently exploded in the hall.

Ichigo's eyes glowed with ferocious light, and his moves completely abandoned cumbersome testing.

Every change of direction and every slant move is directed towards the enemy's joints and vital points.

Yhwach's face was calm, and Long Sword was picking or guiding in his hands, resolving the violent slashes one by one.

The black liquid turned into a sharp spear tip, constantly stabbing into the void around the young man from the void.

Ichigo Kurosaki continued to dodge with exquisite body skills. Occasionally, he let the black thorns graze his flesh, but he still had to forcefully press the blade.

He is looking for opportunities.

Find an absolute distance that is so close that the opponent cannot even raise his hand to block.

Another fierce head-on slash.

The force of the shock caused both of them to take half a step back.

Yhwach raised his left hand slightly, and several lines of Heilig Pfeil formed instantly on his fingertips.

That's it now.

Ichigo Kurosaki did not retreat but advanced, and actually stepped out at the extremely fast pace of Hirenkyaku to meet the arrow that was about to be released.

The boy's body almost touched Yhwach's chest.

Heilig Pfeil penetrated Ichigo Kurosaki's right shoulder, bringing up a cloud of flying blood drops.

But Ichigo Kurosaki didn't even move his eyebrows.

He pressed his left hand and right hand on Zangetsu at the same time, and the tip of the long knife was facing Yhwach's heart.

The distance is less than half a foot.

All the silent spiritual cores in the body roared at this moment.

A ball of light intertwined with pure black and bright gold suddenly expanded on the surface of the blade.

"Crescent Moon--"

Yhwach's originally indifferent eyes showed a hint of surprise for the first time.

"Tian Chong!!"

Reiatsu, released at zero distance, exploded within a few inches like thunder roaring.

The momentum of this blow surpassed any previous one, and the entire top roof of the suspended city was completely penetrated.

The vast light swallowed up the entire stairs.

The marble ruins were vaporized on the spot by high-temperature airflow, forming a huge annular vacuum.

The terrifying shock wave threw Ichigo Kurosaki itself back dozens of feet.

The young man rolled over and knelt on one knee, stabbing the long knife in his hand into the stone slab to steady himself.

"Huh... huh... huh..."

Ichigo Kurosaki hunched over, breathing heavily, sweat mixed with blood dripping down his chin.

He raised his head and fixed his gaze firmly on the core of the explosion.

The smoke and dust gradually dispersed in the strong wind.

When he saw the scene on the steps clearly, Ichigo Kurosaki's pupils involuntarily dilated slightly.

Yhwach is still standing there.

But this time, his originally mighty body appeared to be truly mutilated.

The left shoulder, along with half of the chest and left arm, were all reduced to nothing under the zero-distance impact of the crescent moon.

There is no bone or flesh at the exposed fracture, only the surging black smoke that is constantly dissipating.

Even the black swamp entrenched under his feet was shattered into pieces, revealing the bare foundation stone below.

Ichigo Kurosaki The palm holding the knife loosened slightly.

Was it successful?

Even a monster with the authority of a god cannot remain calm after enduring such a level of direct bombardment.

However, before Ichigo Kurosaki could exhale the turbid air that was pressing on his chest.

The man with only half his body left slowly moved his lips.

"What an amazing persistence, Ichigo."

Yhwach's voice was as steady as ever, echoing clearly among the ruins of the hall.

Ichigo Kurosaki's body stiffened slightly, and the light in his eyes suddenly shrank.

Yhwach's remaining right eye turned, overlooking the boy in front of him.

"Mortal people always like to regard accidental touches as opportunities to reverse their fate."

"Do you think that the personal blow you exchanged for your flesh and blood broke the established trajectory of Future?"

In the calm voice of Yhwach, the black smoke floating from the fracture suddenly stopped escaping.

In the originally empty void, black fluid gathered crazily inward at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The missing shoulder was rebuilt in the liquid, followed by the chest, ribs, and the entire slender left arm.

Even Obsidian's robe was restored to its original state in a few breaths, and its surface was as smooth as new.

Yhwach moved the five fingers of his newborn left hand and looked at Ichigo condescendingly.

"The so-called harm, the so-called destruction, are just the narrow measurement methods of the old world."

"In the face of the power to control cause and effect, no matter how many times you kill it, Future that has happened will be rewritten by me at will."

Yhwach lifted Long Sword, and the tip of the sword exuded a cold brilliance.

"All you can do is witness your own incompetence again and again in this cycle of despair."

Before he finished speaking, the broad sword in Yhwach's hand swept out in the air.

There was no warning for this attack.

Several black lights entwined with sacred light roared in, tearing apart the space and heading straight for Ichigo Kurosaki's body's large acupoints.

Ichigo, which had just exhausted its power, had no time to make a complete evasion.

The long sword was barely held in front of him, but it was deflected away from his hand by the first black light.

The two light blades that followed cut open Ichigo's shoulders, knocking the boy to the ground again and rolling him more than ten meters away among the rubble.

Yhwach strolled down the stairs, and the Long Sword in his hand glowed with a deadly halo.

And in the ruins at the edge of the hall, a petite white figure was running around like a firefighter.

Orihime Inoue knelt beside Renji Abarai, holding out the weak orange light with both hands.

"Sōten Kisshun... I refuse!"

The light mask enveloped Renji's shattered right arm, forcibly pulling the dislocated bones back into place.

Just as Renji was brought back from the brink of death, Orihime Inoue didn't even bother to wipe the blood and sweat from his cheeks, and staggered towards the pile of ice crystals not far away.

Rukia Kuchiki fell in a pool of blood, his breath weak.

Orihime Inoue had tears in his eyes, biting his white lips again and raising his trembling hands.

The orange soft light shield slowly opened on Rukia's chest, smoothing the girl's broken ribs and disordered Spirit Veins.