The surging water is as violent as the sea.
The surging waves are one after another, making the entire Sixth Division flooded with water.
The Shinigami who was originally in the Sixth Division was directly swept by the surging water and struggled desperately, but was still washed out of the Sixth Division by the water.
My heart was full of shock and depression.
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This beautiful woman Arrancar is really powerful.
She actually created an ocean in a waterless place.
"No way..." Looking at the whistling violent water, Hitsugaya Tōshirō frowned and quickly looked at Tier Harribel and said:
"Woman, my Hyōrinmaru is the strongest ice-type soul-slashing sword, which naturally restrains water and fire. You alone are no match for it, let your companions... "
"Humph!" Tier Harribel snorted coldly, interrupted Hitsugaya Tōshirō's words, and said, "Ice restrains water!? Are you saying you can beat me!?"
"Don't be so arrogant, Shinigami brat!"
"In the last war, if it weren't for Nanaya, a human, helping you, do you think you could defeat us!?"
Hitsugaya Tōshirō's face turned black, but he closed his mouth without rain.
Because the current combat power of the Seireitei is really not as good as these Arrancar Menos Grande in Hueco Mundo.
No more nonsense.
A flash of cold light flashed in Tier Harribel's beautiful eyes. He waved the pure white broadsword in his hand and fiercely stabbed the ice dragon under his feet, shouting:
"Break the waterfall!"
A powerful stream of water burst out from the blade.
It was round, like a waterfall falling from the sky, and it crashed into the ice dragon's head.
After this heavy blow, no matter how the ice dragon roared, its body was smashed to the ground, fell into the water flow, and froze the surroundings.
As the ice spread, the ice dragon roared again in the ice.
The dense water molecules in the air froze quickly.
In the blink of an eye, many thousand-year-old ice prisons formed by pure white ice that penetrated the sky and the earth were formed.
At the same time, snowflakes fell from the sky.
Seeing this, Hitsugaya Tōshirō quickly reminded: "Be careful, this is the Thousand-Year Ice Prison and the Ice Sky Hundred Flowers Burial, don't let hundreds of snowflakes fall on you...
Before he finished speaking, he saw Tier Harribel forming a seal with one hand, while waving the pure white soul-slaying sword, and said indifferently:
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" Water Style · Great Waterfall Technique!"
" Water Style · Great Shark Bomb Technique!"
" Water Style · Great Shark Bomb Technique!"
Three consecutive extremely powerful Water Styles were launched, first a violent waterfall fell from the sky, and then thousands of sharks condensed in the water.
Each shark was condensed by the water, showing blue, and biting the ice dragon's body frantically.
Immediately afterwards, a large amount of water condensed a giant shark with sharp fangs, biting the ice dragon's wings fiercely.
The pure white ice dragon's wings were torn and shattered.
The ice dragon incarnated by Hyōrinmaru screamed.
The ice dragon posture is Hyōrinmaru's body, and the injury to the wings means Hyōrinmaru was severely injured, and the embodiment of it was seriously injured.
The biting cold air spread from the body, and the ice dragon struggled hard among thousands of sharks.
But facing the sharp teeth of thousands of sharks, the ice dragon could not break free at all, but the icy water condensed in the body kept breaking.
Seeing such a scene.
Hitsugaya Tōshirō was almost dumbfounded and couldn't help rubbing his eyes.
"The shark made of water bit my Hyōrinmaru...
His voice seemed a little dry.
Ice is superior to water, and now in front of him, the shark formed by the water flow actually suppressed the embodiment of the strongest ice-type soul-slaying sword.
It was simply the opposite of Tiangang, the opposite restraint.
Hitsugaya Tōshirō's expression darkened as he realized the truth.The female Menos Grande standing before him—Tier Harribel—was undeniably stronger than him. The crushing weight of that realization pressed against his chest, making him freeze in disbelief.
Harribel noticed his stunned expression and spoke bluntly, her voice carrying the cold edge of the ocean:
"Little brat, are you just going to stand there and watch while I rip your Zanpakutō to pieces?"
Her words snapped Tōshirō out of his daze. Finally regaining his senses, he rushed forward, drawing his sword in desperation.
Sharks made of water circled around him, their teeth glinting with menace. Pushing past the fear, Hitsugaya pressed Hyōrinmaru against the head of the massive ice dragon that was thrashing in the air. In an instant, the manifested form of the Zanpakutō was pulled back, vanishing into the blade. Hyōrinmaru returned to its proper place inside him.
At last, the battle came to a close.
Every enemy that had stood before them now lay defeated.
Kyoraku Shunsui let out a long, heavy sigh of relief. Tilting his straw hat back, he gazed toward the heavens with tired eyes. His voice, usually playful and carefree, carried a trace of concern as he muttered,
"I wonder how everyone else is doing… especially the old man. Is he safe?"
Normally, Shunsui would never have doubted Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni's safety. There had never been a reason to. The Captain-Commander was the strongest Shinigami to exist in over a thousand years—a man who had never once been defeated in battle. His Zanpakutō, Ryūjin Jakka, carried the power to burn the world itself to ash.
But after hearing Nanaya's warnings, even Shunsui couldn't help but worry.
The truth was, Yamamoto's nature could be both a strength and a weakness. His pride and confidence, forged through centuries of dominance, sometimes turned into arrogance and carelessness.
The betrayal of the manifested Zanpakutō, the stolen Quincy abilities, and now the mysterious "star seal" the Quincy possessed… everything seemed designed to target and restrict Yamamoto's overwhelming firepower.
Shunsui clenched his jaw. "What if even the old man…?"
Before he could sink deeper into that thought, Jūshirō Ukitake placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. His voice was calm but steady, carrying a quiet strength that contrasted his sickly body.
"Stay calm. Nanaya went to find the teacher. As long as he's there, things shouldn't turn out badly."
Shunsui met his friend's eyes and gave a reluctant nod. He wanted to believe Ukitake's words. All he could do now was silently pray that Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni—the pillar of Soul Society—was safe.
Meanwhile, in another part of Seireitei, the battle was far from over.
Inside the Tenth Division barracks, three familiar figures were standing bloodied and exhausted. Byakuya Kuchiki, Abarai Renji, and Matsumoto Rangiku faced the enemy before them with battered bodies but unyielding determination.
Blood stained their uniforms, and their breathing was ragged. Yet their eyes burned with the will to fight, even against overwhelming odds.
On the opposite side, manifested Zanpakutō stood tall, alongside members of the Sternritter.
Matsumoto clenched her fists tightly around her sword, her eyes narrowing at the red-armored warrior holding Senbonzakura. Her voice trembled with both anger and pain as she spat,
"Captain Kuchiki, your Zanpakutō is just as cold as you are… You'd even raise your hand so heavily against a woman?"
Her teeth ground together. The thought of fighting against Zanpakutō—reflections of their own power—was unbearable.
"But wait…" she muttered bitterly, "can these things even use Bankai?"
The words hung in the air, heavy with dread.
Byakuya remained silent, his noble expression as unreadable as ever. Renji, however, winced at her question. His face twitched, and he hissed through clenched teeth,
"Vice Captain Matsumoto… please don't jinx us like that."
The three manifested Zanpakutō before them were already overwhelming in their Shikai forms. If they could actually unleash Bankai, there would be no chance of survival.
On the enemy's side, a deep, mocking laugh broke the tension. Pepe Waccabrada, the large, rotund Sternritter, smirked as he crossed his arms and looked down on the three Shinigami.
"Pathetic. Absolutely pathetic. You should feel honored. These manifested Zanpakutō are the great masterpiece of your own Shinigami… Aizen Sōsuke himself. You really think they wouldn't be capable of Bankai?"
His words dripped with arrogance, stabbing into the already wounded spirits of the Shinigami.
Beside him, another Sternritter stepped forward. Dorisk Belshi—a hulking brute with a thick black beard and savage features—glared directly at Byakuya. His contempt was clear in every word.
"So you're Byakuya Kuchiki… the head of one of the four noble families of Seireitei. I expected more from someone of your standing. But looking at you now…" He spat to the side. "You're nothing but a disappointment."
Byakuya's expression didn't waver, though his grip on Senbonzakura tightened.
Standing with them was a third Sternritter, this one exuding a far more dangerous aura. A woman, clad in a uniform unlike the others. A military cap with the symbol of the Invisible Empire sat neatly atop her head, her long hair cascading down to her waist. Her attire was sharp, yet purposefully provocative: a short skirt, thigh-high black stockings, and boots, with a heart-shaped badge fastened to her chest and another at her waist.
Every motion she made carried a dangerous allure, a temptation that masked cruelty.
Her eyes locked onto Byakuya, studying him with predatory interest. A cruel smile tugged at her lips as she licked them slowly, savoring the tension in the air. Waving the Zanpakutō she held so casually in her hand, she spoke in a chillingly sweet voice that was laced with malice:
"Byakuya Kuchiki… how fascinating. I wonder—will you still keep that calm, noble face after I cut off your hands and feet?"
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