XX-level Hokage

However, Mashiro didn't even flinch. "Hribel," she called softly. "Yes, Master."

A golden figure instantly appeared before Mashiro. Harribel swung her "Royal Shark Queen" sword, and a massive water barrier materialized out of thin air. "Sizzle—!"

The flames struck the water, instantly turning into a cloud of steam.

"What?!" Bazzby exclaimed in shock, "Arrancar?! Why are there Arrancar here?!"

As the smoke cleared, Harribel stood proudly. Her shabby maid outfit did not diminish her majesty; rather, it added a strange beauty. The Thirtieth Espada, Tia Harribel. She coldly looked at Bazzby, "By order of my master, I shall slay you here."

“That’s interesting.” Bazzby grinned excitedly, holding up two fingers. “Looks like we can have a little more fun now. Fiery Finger, Two!”

Just as the two were about to collide, an even more terrifying and suffocating spiritual pressure suddenly enveloped the entire Seireitei. The strength of the spiritual pressure was so great that it even caused space to distort.

All the Shinigami and Quincy stopped what they were doing at that moment, staring in horror in the same direction. There, above the First Division.

Kenpachi Zaraki's beast-like body was being held aloft by a hand.

Kenpachi, hailed as the "strongest Shinigami," was now covered in blood and utterly powerless. The person carrying him was a middle-aged man in a black cloak with a long beard—Yhwach, the Emperor of the Wandenreich and the progenitor of the Quincy.

"Is this what they call special combat power?" Yhwach casually tossed Kenpachi Zaraki on the ground like trash, his gaze sweeping coldly over the entire Soul Society.

"Too weak. It's really... so disappointing."

His voice wasn't loud, but it seemed to resonate deep within everyone's soul.

"Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni, where are you?" *Boom!*

As he finished speaking, a pillar of fire shot into the sky from afar.

Those were flames of anger, flames of revenge. Yamamoto Genryu Shigekuni had finally arrived.

Looking at the flames of the breakthrough, a look of anticipation crept onto Zhen's lips. "We've finally met, two old friends from a thousand years ago."

She turned away, ignoring Bazby, and looked towards the battlefield that was about to be reduced to scorched earth.

"Rangiku, Liruka, follow me." "We're going to see a play."

Meanwhile, within the severed boundary.

Ichigo Kurosaki was running as fast as he could.

He could sense the despair emanating from the Tokishiro world, and he could feel the disappearance of his companions' spiritual pressure.

"Wait for me, everyone! I will definitely make it!"

Deep within him, the new spiritual pressure, a fusion of four powers, was violently boiling and transforming with his anger and anxiety. The moment of awakening was approaching.