Death: This Death is a bit unorthodox.

The other person said with a look of awe:

"This is the true power of the ruler of Hueco Mundo! Lord Oswell is truly too strong!!"

Faced with this breathtaking scene, everyone was deeply impressed.

The holographic flash, condensed into a light bullet, utterly shattered everything in the area where Harribel stood, creating massive, surging waves of sand that were truly awe-inspiring.

“No, even an ordinary Vastod could not have done this… at least not in such a short time. This is the power of Lord Oswell!”

The red Hollow Abiramar Leda, resembling a griffin and wearing a white rooster-comb mask, shook his body, shaking off all the white sand that was draped over him.

It spread its wings and flapped them vigorously, soaring into the sky.

Abiramar's eyes were fixed on the dust-shrouded battlefield below, and he gritted his teeth as he spoke:

"Herribel is no ordinary Vastod either..."

"That's right. After all, someone who can gain His Majesty's favor cannot be simple."

Oswell, standing to the side, smiled slightly, shook his head gently, and continued,

"That Cero probably won't pose much of a threat to her!"

Just then, a dazzling golden spiritual pressure suddenly leaped and flickered among the gray-white clouds.

In the blink of an eye, this powerful spiritual pressure coalesced into a massive, twisted and deformed pillar of light.

Like a pillar supporting the sky, it stood tall between heaven and earth, instantly illuminating the solemn and serious faces of everyone present.

"Scatter!" Oswell shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice booming like thunder.

Upon hearing the sound, the numerous Void Realms moved and quickly dispersed in all directions.

Almost instantly, the golden beam of light slammed down on the spot where the Great Void beings had been standing.

With a deafening roar, a bottomless crater was blasted into the ground, billowing smoke and dust that blotted out the sky and the moon.

At the same time, a strong gust of wind swept in from the front of Oswell.

The wind carried intense spiritual pressure fluctuations, along with wisps of sharp sword energy.

After the smoke cleared, Harribel's valiant and heroic figure, like a female warrior, appeared before them, her tattered armor adding to her tragic beauty!

With a resolute look in his eyes, Oswell raised the gleaming lance in his hand and held it across his chest like an insurmountable mountain.

His muscles were taut, and power flowed continuously into his arms.

Just then, the greatsword slashed down with fierce momentum, colliding with the spear with a thunderous crash!

In an instant, sparks flew everywhere, like a dazzling firework blooming in the night sky.

The deafening clang of metal striking metal echoed throughout the battlefield.

Upon seeing this, Abiramar exchanged a knowing glance with Achookas Fendor Kelias, who was standing beside him and resembled a crab.

They wielded their sharp eagle claws and enormous crab pincers, attacking Heribel from both sides like lightning.

Oswell gritted his teeth without backing down, and with a sudden burst of strength, he pinned Halibel down, leaving her with nowhere to retreat.

Heribel struggled desperately, but to no avail.

In the blink of an eye, the claws and pincers slammed down on Harribel's body with tremendous force.

This attack was incredibly powerful, sending her flying!

Like a kite with a broken string, Halibel flew through the air in an arc before crashing heavily to the ground.

The white moon in the sky was dim and unclear, while the red light in front of them grew closer and closer.

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The red light exploded, the light and shadow intertwined, dazzling and mesmerizing, as if the whole world before one's eyes was beginning to fall apart and crumble.

Just then, Oswell stood firmly, but everyone only saw a blur before his figure vanished from the spot like a ghost.

"It's not over yet!!"

A heavy sentence slowly came out of his mouth, carrying a chilling, heart-wrenching quality.

Upon hearing this, Halibel, who had fallen to the ground, clenched her teeth tightly, her eyes flashing with an indomitable light.

She endured the excruciating pain and struggled to get up.

Suddenly, a loud bang was heard!

Clang!

The greatsword and lance clashed violently once more, sparking dazzling flashes.

Oswell quickly turned to the side and delivered a powerful whip kick that lashed the greatsword, causing Harribel to stagger forward a few steps.

He suddenly raised his head, his long, jet-black hair billowing in the wind like a black waterfall, scattering large swaths of white sand.

His eyes were arrogant and domineering, as if he controlled everything in the world.

He sighed softly:

"What a pity, Halibel. I did not wish to take your life, but His Majesty has given the order, and I have no other choice..."

Having said that, Vastod, who ruled over all the void, took a firm step.

A howling wind swept in, whipping his wide black cloak, which resembled the wings of an ancient dragon, into a fluttering sound.

His figure sped through the wind, leaping into the air in an instant.

The spear he gripped tightly gleamed with a cold light, and its tip emitted a chilling black-red glow, like the breath of a fire dragon.

This powerful spiritual pressure spread wildly at an astonishing speed, forming a dazzling pillar of light that suddenly erupted around the spear.

"—Noble and pure knight, may you never again set foot in this dark and cold place in your next life!"

Oswell's long, black hair fluttered in the wind, and his voice was melodious and deep, revealing an indescribable majesty and domineering aura.

At this moment, he seemed to have transformed into a ferocious and untamed dragon.

Dragging the long spear, which was completely enveloped in black and red spiritual pressure, he thrust it like lightning towards the exhausted and swaying noble knight...

This strike was as powerful as a thunderbolt, carrying invincible strength and determination, aiming straight for Harribel's vital throat!

The world seemed to fall into a deathly silence in that instant—

However, in the very next instant,

Accompanied by a sharp, piercing sound: "Swoosh!!"

The roaring sword pressure was like a huge and magnificent crescent moon, tearing through the dark night sky. With a suffocating pressure and unparalleled power, it directly cleaved through several powerful Adjuchas-class Hollows!

Wherever that sword light passed, the void was torn apart, forming a deep ravine, as if it would split the entire world in two!

Immediately afterwards, a loud "Clang!!" was heard.

The flying slash collided violently with the spear, and the once indestructible lance could no longer advance an inch.

Oswell was violently thrown back dozens of meters, his body sliding rapidly across the sand dunes, leaving a long, deep trail.

At the same time, the spear he was holding tightly began to crack due to the immense force it could not withstand.

The oppressive force brought by the wave-slashing technique vanished without a trace.

The previously blurry and chaotic vision suddenly became incredibly clear.

Dust and sand swirled and fell, like a white veil covering the surroundings.

Oswell, draped in a dragon-winged cloak, stood firmly atop the sand dune.

He gripped the cracked spear tightly with both hands, emanating a powerful and unfathomable aura.

His eyes were cold and sharp, filled with authority and anger, fixed on the mysterious figure that had suddenly appeared not far ahead, and he demanded sharply:

"Who are you!? Are you here to fight against Hueco Mundo and save this woman!?"

"You lead a bunch of grown men to bully a defenseless woman, and you have the nerve to call yourself a knight?"

As if his innermost thoughts had been exposed, Oswell's expression froze.

The other Adjuchas-class Hollows were also stunned, unable to believe their ears.

So weak that you can't even kill a chicken?

Who? That Vastod over there?

"Lord Oswell, be careful!!"

"above!"

The moment the exclamation rang out, a dazzling light flashed, followed by a hand as white and flawless as a jade carving, which shot out swiftly from the gale like a ghost.

That hand seemed to contain endless power and sharpness. The surrounding air was torn apart by the distorted and sharp hurricane it carried, and it went straight for Oswell's forehead!

This attack seemed ordinary, but it gave people a feeling that they could not avoid it and were powerless to resist it, as if the whole world was shrouded in this terrifying pressure!

"So fast!"

Oswell's heart skipped a beat, and his eyes showed astonishment and horror.

He never imagined that anyone other than Barragán and Sálepolo could so easily get close to him.

Even more unexpectedly, the opponent's speed was so unbelievably fast!

Just then, Aozaki Mayuki, whose figure gradually emerged from the gale, let out a cold snort.

His graceful and light movements as he rode the wind were like those of an otherworldly immortal descending to earth.

"So you're the so-called strongest knight under Barragan's command?" Aozaki Mayuki's voice was icy cold, carrying boundless domineering arrogance. "You're far too weak!"

His deep, abyss-like eyes shone with a light as black as jade, as dazzling as the brightest star in the night sky!

At the same time, his right hand quickly transformed into an extremely sharp eagle claw, and with lightning speed, it went straight for Oswell's face!

Oswell felt an irresistible force rushing towards him, and every hair on his body stood on end, as if a powerful electric current was running through his entire body!

He stared wide-eyed at the man before him, his face filled with terror, a feeling of unprecedented fear and despair welling up inside him.

This attack was so ordinary yet so flawless, it was beyond his ability to handle!

It is as fierce as a volcanic eruption and as swift as lightning streaking across the sky. It possesses both an invincible and domineering aura and a majestic presence that makes even ghosts and gods tremble in fear!