XX-level Hokage

"boom-!!!!!"

The deafening explosion once again echoed through the sky.

The entire town of Karakura trembled violently under this destructive force.

However, when the light faded, the enormous cocoon of light remained perfectly intact, suspended in mid-air. "It's useless."

A calm, yet somewhat inhuman voice slowly emanated from the cocoon of light: "I am no longer someone you can comprehend."

"A crisp click."

A tiny crack appeared on the surface of the cocoon of light.

Then, the cracks spread rapidly across the entire surface of the cocoon like a spider web! "Boom!"

The cocoon of light shattered with a deafening roar!

The one who emerged was no longer Aizen Sosuke, dressed in a white robe.

Instead, it is a completely new life form, entirely different from both the Grim Reaper and the Hollow.

He had long, black hair that reached his waist, and his face was no longer bound by glasses. His brown eyes had become as deep and unfathomable as an abyss.

She was wearing a pure white robe that seemed to blend seamlessly into her body.

And on his chest, where the Hogyoku had once been implanted, now appeared a dark, cross-shaped hole. His existence seemed to transcend this world.

This...this is Kurosaki Isshin. Looking at the completely new Aizen before him, his eyes were filled with an unprecedented solemnity. High in the sky.

Mashiro quietly watched the scene below, a scene that seemed like the descent of a god.

For the first time, seriousness appeared in her eyes, which always held a hint of amusement. Finally, it began.

"The Grim Reaper and the Hollow, in their final fusion."

"But Aizen-kun, is this level of evolution truly enough to challenge that god?" "Or is this just another, more ornate cage?"

A hopeful smile appeared on her lips.

Chapter 246: The Final Battle in Karakura Town (16)

Finally, do you understand?

Aizen Monosuke's voice echoed slowly across the battlefield, where the smoke of battle had not yet cleared, as if it came from a distant dimension.

The voice had long lost its human warmth, mixed with an ethereal, inhuman echo. Every syllable carried a suffocating sense of oppression, as if the heavens and earth were groaning for this voice.

He glanced down at the hordes of people below, a faint smile playing on his lips: "The Hogyoku has completely submitted to me."

As he finished speaking, he slowly raised his right hand, his five fingers slightly spread, feeling the surging power within his body—an infinite energy that far surpassed the boundaries between Shinigami and Hollows, enough to shake dimensions, churning in his veins like boiling magma, yet perfectly under his control.

"I am no longer a Shinigami, nor a Hollow." Aizen's gaze swept over everyone present, his eyes filled with the indifference of a god looking down upon an ant. "I am a being of a higher status, transcending the boundaries of both!"

"Stop pretending!"

A clear yet explosive shout suddenly rang out, breaking the deathly silence like a thunderclap.

Yoruichi Shihouin shot out from behind the ruins, her purple ponytail billowing in the wind. Her movements were so fast that they almost left afterimages. Like a bolt of lightning, she instantly covered a distance of dozens of meters and rushed to Aizen's side!

Only then did everyone realize that Yoruichi's right arm and right leg were covered with a layer of armor that gleamed coldly—it was a spiritual pressure armor specially made by Kisuke Urahara over several years, with a density far exceeding that of ordinary Shinigami Zanpakuto, specifically designed to tear apart the hard steel skin of the Arrancar.

Instant Roar - Thor's Battle Form!

With Yoruichi's low shout, purple lightning erupted from her body, coiling around her limbs like an awakened, furious dragon. The crackling electricity even distorted the surrounding air. She unleashed the ultimate technique of "Shun-Hoo," a Shinigami technique, without reservation. Her right arm muscles bulged, and a punch, carrying the force of thunder that could shatter space, smashed fiercely towards Aizen's chest!

This punch embodies Yoruichi's lifelong cultivation; even the top-ranked Espada members would have no choice but to avoid its edge.

Despite such a fierce attack, Aizen's face remained calm and godlike, as if the attack was not a fatal blow but merely a gentle breeze.

He didn't even make any extra movements, simply slowly raising his left hand, palm facing Yoruichi's iron fist. "Bang!"

A muffled, deafening roar exploded in the center of the battlefield, the shockwave spreading outwards and sending rubble flying. Yoruichi's iron fist, powerful enough to shatter everything, was effortlessly blocked by Aizen with just one hand.

The golden lightning wrapped around Yoruichi's arm raged wildly, the current repeatedly striking Aizen's palm, but it was as if it had hit an invisible barrier, unable to advance an inch in front of that seemingly slender palm, and could only dissipate in vain into the air.

"What?!" Yoruichi's golden pupils contracted sharply, her eyes filled with disbelief and shock—she had never imagined that her full-force attack would be so easily blocked.

"Your speed is indeed very fast." Aizen's voice rang calmly in Yoruichi's ear, carrying a hint of indifference that was barely perceptible. "However, in the face of an absolute difference in existence, speed is meaningless."

Before he could finish speaking, the hand that had blocked Yoruichi's fist clenched suddenly. "Crack—!"

A sharp, piercing cracking sound rang out. Yoruichi's specially made armor on her right arm, which was strong enough to withstand the steel skin of the Ten Espada, was instantly covered with spiderweb-like cracks as if it were fragile glass, and then shattered completely with a "boom," sending fragments flying in all directions.

A tremendous, irresistible force surged through his arm. Yoruichi groaned as his body was sent flying backward at incredible speed, as if struck by a cannonball. He crashed heavily into a distant broken wall, creating a huge crater in the thick wall, and dust instantly billowed out.

"Yoruichi!" Kurosaki Isshin's expression changed drastically upon seeing this. He was about to rush over to check on Yoruichi's condition when he saw Aizen's aura turn towards him. Just then, Urahara Kisuke's voice rang out at the same time, calm and without a trace of panic.

"Binding Path Sixty-One: Six-Staff Light Prison!" "Binding Path Sixty-Three: Chain Binding!" "Path Seventy-Nine: Nine Luminaries Binding!"

The chants of the three binding spells were almost in a straight line, and Urahara Kisuke's Zanpakuto "Benhime" had already been released, with a dense spiritual pressure surrounding the blade.

As he chanted, countless chains and walls of light, formed by high-density spiritual pressure, surged from all directions, rushing towards Aizen like a tide, binding him layer upon layer. The pillars of light from the Six Staffs of Light Prison fixed his limbs, the chains of locks bound his torso, and the light walls of the Nine Luminaries Binding formed a solid cage on the outside. The three high-level binding spells together formed an almost inescapable restraint.

"Oh? In this situation, you can still calmly use continuous, high-level binding spells?" Aizen looked at the Kido cage that completely trapped him and a hint of admiration appeared in his eyes for the first time. "As expected of you, Urahara Kisuke."

"It's not over yet!" Kisuke Urahara's voice rang out again. He tightened his grip on "Benhime's" hand, his eyes filled with determination—this was the strongest attack they could muster at the moment, and they absolutely could not fail.

He pointed the tip of "Benhime's" blade at the completely bound Aizen, took a deep breath, and his voice held an unwavering resolve: "Sing, Benihime!" (Hado #91: Senju Kyoten Taiho!)

As the last word fell, a massive torrent of light, filled with holy aura, shot out from the tip of "Red Princess's" blade. This beam of light was enough to purify all evil, and its temperature was so high that it could instantly vaporize steel. Even a captain-level Shinigami would be completely vaporized if struck by this forbidden technique.

However, despite such a terrifying attack, Aizen's face remained calmly smiling. He didn't even try to break free from the Kido prison that bound him; he simply raised his chin slightly and used his body, which had already surpassed the limits of humanity, to meet the torrent of light head-on.

"boom!!!!!"

A blinding light instantly engulfed the entire battlefield, so bright that everyone could barely open their eyes. Even the air seemed to ignite, sizzling and crackling. Everyone held their breath, staring intently at the center of the light, hoping this attack would bring a turning point.

But as the light gradually faded, a look of despair appeared on Kisuke Urahara's face—Aizen was still standing there unharmed, without even changing his posture. His white robe was not wrinkled at all, as if the torrent of light just now was just an illusion.

The demonic paths that had bound him had long since been completely evaporated by the immense spiritual pressure emanating from his body, leaving not even a trace of light behind.

"Your Kido is indeed exquisite, Kisuke." Aizen's voice carried a hint of regret, as if he were commenting on an interesting but useless toy, "But to me, who has already reached a higher dimension, these are nothing more than child's tricks."

"Damn it!" Kisuke Urahara gritted his teeth, beads of cold sweat forming on his forehead. His hand, gripping "Benhime," trembled slightly from the force of his grip—he knew that they had used all their strength, yet they still couldn't harm Aizen in the slightest.

"Crescent Moon Sky Slash!"

Chapter 247: The Final Battle in Karakura Town (17)

The air on the battlefield seemed to freeze.

Kisuke Urahara struggled to his feet, cold sweat trickling down his forehead. His sword, "Benhime," trembled slightly, unable to muster enough spiritual pressure. Not far away, Yoruichi Shihouin struggled to her feet from a pile of collapsed rubble. The silver armor on her right arm was shattered into several pieces, scattered among the surrounding tiles.

In the rubble, the exposed skin was covered with wounds of varying depths, and the bleeding marks blurred the patches of color on the black outfit.

Kurosaki Isshin stood to the side of the two, his hands gripping the hilt of "Kōgetsu" tightly. The blazing flames that once entwined the blade had long since died out, leaving only the residual warmth of the blade as a reminder of its former power.

His chest heaved violently, his heavy breathing was exceptionally clear in the silent battlefield, and the last embers of anger burning in his eyes were like embers about to burn out, still glowing but no longer able to transmit any heat, making even raising his arm extremely difficult.

"Damn it... Is this... the end?" Urahara Kisuke's voice was low and hoarse, as if squeezed out from the depths of his throat, but his gaze was fixed on Aizen Sosuke, who was looking at them with his back to them not far away, his eyes under the brim of his hat were full of solemnity.

He knew better than anyone that once the portal behind Aizen was fully opened, Aizen would be able to enter the real Karakura Town and use the spiritual particles there to create the "King Key." At that time, both the order of the Tokishin World and the peace of the present world would be completely swallowed by darkness, and there would be no way to salvage the situation.

Thinking of this, Kisuke Urahara's gaze involuntarily drifted towards the sky.

There, Mashiro floated silently, her deep eyes utterly calm, reflecting every scene of the battlefield below clearly, yet showing no sign of making a move. She merely parted her lips slightly and murmured in a voice only she could hear, "The time... has come."

Just as the outline of the portal became clearer and clearer, and the pale blue spatial fluctuations spread like ripples on water, just as it was about to take full shape, a figure appeared silently beside Aizen like a ghost.

That was Tosen Kaname. The sunglasses he always wore concealed his blind eyes, and he exuded an extremely cold sense of "justice," which was completely out of place in the bloody battlefield around him. His Zanpakuto, "Kiyomushi," was already in its unleashed state, and the blade gleamed with a cold light.

“Captain Aizen,” Tosen Kaname’s voice was deep and firm, and if you listened carefully, you could detect a rare fluctuation, as if he was suppressing some kind of emotion.

Your plan is truly flawless.

Aizen turned slightly to the side, his gaze falling on Tosen Kaname, a familiar, controlling smile curving his lips: "Tosen, you did very well."

"Very well, your justice will accompany me as I step into this new world."

In his view, Tosen Kaname's loyalty was already firmly under his control, and those eyes blinded by "justice" were nothing more than a useful pawn in his plan.

Tōsen Kaname did not respond. His spiritual pressure surged quietly, but no killing intent was revealed. It was as if he was just carrying out an ordinary mission. Naturally, Aizen's senses were completely unsuspecting. After all, Tōsen Kaname was a subordinate he had personally recruited. The so-called "justice" was precisely the weapon that Aizen was most adept at using.

However, at that very moment, Tosen moved. "Dissolve the final form of the 'Clear Insect Technique'—Demon Cricket!"

As the cold words fell, "Qingmushi's" power instantly transformed into a pitch-black barrier, rapidly spreading outwards from Aizen's center like a tidal wave. The barrier wasn't a physical entity, yet it possessed a terrifying power that devoured all senses, like an endless dark void, silencing Aizen's sight, hearing, and...

Complete deprivation of touch, smell, and taste.

Even the spiritual pressure perception that Shinigami rely on most was completely swallowed up in this pure darkness, plunging Aizen into an unprecedented void! "What?!" For the first time, a genuine sense of alarm flashed through Aizen's mind. His "Kyoka Suigetsu" could manipulate the five senses, trapping his opponents in a web he had woven.

Illusion, but Tosen's "Enma Cricket" is a higher level of "sensory deprivation," specifically designed to counter all illusions that rely on sensory operation.

He initially courted Tosen Kaname precisely because of this ability—it was meant to be a shield protecting him in crucial moments. But now, that shield has turned into a blade piercing his heart!

"Tosen...you..." Aizen's voice rang out in the dark barrier, but was swallowed by darkness the moment it came out. Even he himself could not confirm whether the voice had actually come out, and his words could only come to an abrupt end.

Having lost all his senses, he experienced the feeling of "being out of control" for the first time, and this unfamiliar feeling made him even more vigilant.

Just then, a detached, emotionless whisper rang out without warning within the barrier, like an ice bead falling on metal, clearly penetrating the depths of Aizen's senses: "Shoot him, Divine Spear."

The voice didn't come from Gin Ichimaru, who was helping to stabilize the Transcendental Gate, nor from Mashiro, who was looking down from above, but from... behind him!

Almost at the same instant the sound rang out, a flash of silver light suddenly erupted, moving at a speed that exceeded the limits of visual perception, even causing subtle ripples in the space.

The cold light did not strike the heavily injured Urahara Kisuke and the others below, nor was it aimed at Mashiro in the sky. Instead, it pierced straight into Aizen Seisuke's back with a resolute and unreserved force.

The timing of this attack was extremely precise—it came at the very moment when Aizen, having had all his senses stripped away by the "Enma Cricket," was indulging in the arrogance of his impending victory and completely disregarding the "defeated opponent" beneath his feet.

Its speed far surpassed any of Gin's previous "Shinkai" attacks. The silver light seemed to tear apart the distance of space, elevating the concept of "Shinkai" to a terrifying level. Even the air was slicing through by the blade, emitting a sharp screech.

"Pfft—!"

The dull thud of a sharp weapon piercing flesh was not blocked by the dark barrier and clearly reached the ears of everyone present.

The previously frozen battlefield seemed to be paused at this moment, with all movements slowing down. The dark barrier began to crack as the attack struck, gradually dissipating like shattered glass.

Aizen slowly lowered his head, his gaze involuntarily falling on the blood-stained silver tip of the blade that had pierced through his left chest. The two small characters "Divine Spear" were clearly visible on the blade, and the blood dripped slowly down the blade, creating small blood spots on the ground.

"Hmm..." A short, muffled groan escaped Aizen's throat, and for the first time, a crack appeared on his usually indifferent and composed face.

Standing behind him, Gin Ichimaru's ever-present foxy smile had vanished, replaced by a cold, ruthless killing intent that had been brewing for decades.

He slightly opened his eyes, revealing a pair of rare, azure eyes, as blue as the sky yet icy cold, his gaze fixed on Aizen's back, his hand holding the "divine spear" without trembling at all.

Chapter 248: The Final Battle in Karakura Town (18)

"What a...pity, Captain Aizen." Gin Ichimaru's voice was deep and steady, yet it carried a genuine sincerity, devoid of any pretense; every word...