Death: This Death is a bit unorthodox.

"There is still a chance, but I would rather hear you sing a hymn for me."

A familiar sound drifted through the smoke.

"To be honest, I'm quite envious of your Bankai 'hair gel hands'. My hair is too smooth, so it's hard for me to change my hairstyle as easily as you do!"

As the smoke gradually dissipated, a familiar figure startled Aizen.

Aozaki Mayuki stood steadily in place, and the sword pressure that had severed the sky and the earth gradually disintegrated in his hands!

"This... did he just crush the sword with his bare hands?"

Charlotte's eyes widened, and her body trembled involuntarily.

Aizen, on the other hand, looked completely incredulous.

His sword strike was actually caught by someone's bare hands!

Aozaki Mayuki actually withstood the sword pressure unleashed by him after he entered his third fusion state!

It should be noted that the spiritual pressure of this sword strike far surpasses the level of a Shinigami!

Even a powerful Captain-level Shinigami, even a top-tier Captain-level Shinigami who has broken through the limits of Shinigami and mastered the power of Hollowfication.

Faced with such terrifying sword pressure, they were nothing more than ants that could be easily crushed!

However, Aozaki Mayuki was actually able to withstand this sword pressure with her own body!?

How is that possible?!

Aizen couldn't help but swallow, a strange feeling creeping over him.

It was as if... as if Aozaki Mayuki had already transcended his own level of existence!

He felt that Aozaki Mayuki seemed to be standing in a very high position, as if looking down at him from the sky.

This is impossible! How could such a thing happen?!

It must be my imagination!

"You should understand why this is happening, right?"

Aozaki Mayuki crushed the remaining sword in her hand into dust, and a faint green spiritual pressure vanished without a trace.

Aizen was clearly taken aback upon hearing this.

Aozaki Mayuki smiled slightly and said softly:

"It's potential. You should know that the power of the Hogyoku is actually guiding potential. Our evolution is based on this foundation of 'potential'."

"Are you saying that your potential is greater than mine, therefore your strength is greater than mine?"

Aizen froze, lowering his head as if he had lost his soul.

He had always been delighted to find someone of the same level, but now he realized that he was the one who was unworthy of that person.

How can such a thing happen?

How ridiculous!

Aizen couldn't help but let out a self-deprecating smile.

"You've figured it out?" Aozaki Mayuki asked.

"Actually, it was only after seeing your evolution that I finally became certain..."

"The same evolution, but I stand at a higher dimension, and I can reach even higher dimensions!"

As soon as he finished speaking, pure white spiritual pressure surged out from Aozaki Mayuki's body.

This spiritual pressure was almost tangible, like a thin veil shimmering with silver light covering his body.

Immediately afterwards, this spiritual pressure began to change shape continuously, eventually transforming into a boundless and magnificent strange scene!

Accompanied by melodious and wonderful sounds, this magnificent scene unfolded before everyone's eyes like a colorful painting!

In the blink of an eye, the entire sky seemed to be torn apart by a pair of invisible giant hands!

Before this mysterious realm, which is like the origin of the world, all things in the world unconsciously bow down, showing deep awe.

The remaining Arrancars have long lost their former arrogance.

Faced with such a soul-stirring scene,

They couldn't even muster the slightest surprise or fear.

Because their thinking has stagnated.

The spirits wailed, and the souls trembled!

Neutra tried his best to move his body, but all his efforts were in vain!

Before that great being who transcends dimensions and is like a god descending to earth, any resistance seems pale and powerless.

Just then, a clear and melodious sound reached Neutra's ears:

"Alright, alright, it seems this farce should come to an end."

"You should go downstairs and keep the others company; they've been waiting for you for a long time!"

However, upon hearing this sound, Neutra's pupils suddenly contracted sharply.

He recognized the voice; it sounded a lot like the woman who had just slaughtered them.

That woman is terrifying!

How can she be completely unaffected in this situation? What is she anyway?

He couldn't get an answer.

Neutra felt a sharp pain in his neck, and then the scene before his eyes slowly began to fall.

"How is this possible?!"

Aizen suddenly roared like a madman, wildly brandishing his long sword.

"Matsuki, how is this possible..."

But the next second, his vision suddenly blurred.

Aozaki Mayuki vanished from his sight in an instant, turning into a phantom image!

He looked around, but couldn't see anything; only a fear of death welled up inside him.

But without the Hogyoku, this fear could no longer drive him to evolve.

Aizen instinctively raised Kyoka Suigetsu to shield himself.

After years of living as a Shinigami (death god), the only thing that gives him a sense of security now is this Zanpakuto (soul-slaying sword) that he has never trusted.

Under Aizen's astonished gaze,

He first felt a loss of control in his hand, and then a tremendous force caused his arm to suddenly lose all feeling.

The broken sword danced in mid-air, reflecting the moonlight onto his face—a mirage!

The illusion of beauty and the mirage have been severed!

An unimaginable force struck, and he was sent flying backwards along the ground like a cannonball.

It's like a child's marble game, like a marble being thrown.

It crashed heavily onto the ground, bounced, fell down again, crashed again, and then bounced up again!

Under the impact of absolute power, he was powerless to resist and was directly knocked away!

In an instant, Aozaki Mayuki moved, using her Swift Steps to catch up!

The blade flashed incessantly, its cold light obscuring the sky and the sun!

Fresh blood kept gushing and splattering!

A broken bone!

Internal organs ruptured!

They were even scorched by the sun's high temperature!

Each strike was a deadly blow, relentlessly landing on Aizen, turning the surrounding area into ruins.

However, Aizen's body continued to repair itself amidst the ongoing destruction!

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I want everything.

Chapter 257 Standing at the Top

Where the dust filled the air, a powerful spiritual pressure storm suddenly arose, blowing away the billowing smoke like a gale.

Aizen's figure reappeared before my eyes.

Surprisingly, nearly half of his body was broken and mangled.

The arrogant and conceited expression they once had after evolving is no longer there.

Instead, he had a numb expression on his face after suffering a severe blow, giving Aozaki Mayuki the feeling that "I've been completely ruined."

"They actually... they actually forced me to this point."

Aizen clutched his chest, struggling with all his might to stand up.

However, no matter how hard he tried, he could not perform this simple action.

Is it all over?

Could it be... that I have already failed?

"Sousuke... my steed, are you still alive? You were completely still just now, I thought you were dead!"

Aozaki Mayuki sat leisurely beside him, resting her chin on her hand, and said with a light laugh.

Aizen glared at him fiercely, but didn't say anything.

Despite losing the battle, he should rightfully be in the subordinate position of the mount in the relationship between the king and his mount.

But Aozaki Mayuki's words sounded really strange.