Death: This Death is a bit unorthodox.

"I can!"

Just then, a voice came from above his head.

"Who?"

Gerrard, with one foot dangling in the air, struggled to look back.

However, he suddenly heard a rubbing sound at his waist.

As the sound of a sword being drawn rang out, his upper and lower body separated instantly.

Immediately afterwards, a loud "thud" came from in front of him, and a giant blade was deeply embedded in the ground in front of him.

Ok?

Gerald's mind went blank for a moment. He tried to turn around again, but suddenly felt a piercing pain in his chest.

"what!!!"

A piercing scream ripped through the sky.

The giant sword pierced through him with the force of Mount Tai crushing an egg, pinning him firmly to the ground like an ant, as if it were an unshakeable mountain.

The giant's fall was as if it had been punished by the heavens.

His eyes widened in astonishment, and an overwhelming sense of fear welled up inside him.

What kind of person possesses such terrifying strength that they can render me utterly powerless?

Do you know how much damage he took from that old man and that group of Death Gods after he was strengthened to this extent?

Even the attacks from that terrifying woman earlier were starting to seem weak.

However, now he was easily pinned to the ground, unable to move.

"Who are you? Who exactly are you?!"

He roared angrily.

Because his chest was pinned to the greatsword, he could not turn around and could only try his best to turn his face to one side, but he still could not see the enemy in the sky.

He was unwilling to give up and struggled desperately to see the other person's face clearly, but to no avail.

puff!

Suddenly, the giant sword was pulled out of his chest without warning.

Blood gushed out and splattered on the ground.

"what!"

He let out a painful scream, braced himself with his hands on the ground, and struggled to lift his head.

Finally, he could see everything around him clearly.

Not far away, Hasward was speaking in hushed tones with His Majesty the Emperor, who nodded silently in response.

His Majesty the Emperor's eyes were cold and ruthless, sending chills down one's spine.

His gaze pierced through the golden barrier and landed on himself.

As time passed, the golden barrier grew brighter, signifying that a spatial transfer was about to begin.

The power of the Sanctuary is not for defense, but exists as a last resort to relocate Silverframe City and preserve strength.

But now, he was trapped outside the city, and the ancient katana in the sky was still burning fiercely.

Could it be... that His Majesty is going to give up on himself?

At this moment, Gerrard was filled with doubt and fear.

Above him, a tiny figure was looking down at him.

It was a tiny figure that Gerald felt was somewhat familiar, but he couldn't quite make it out.

The person stared at him and chuckled softly: "What? It hasn't been that long? Don't you remember me?"

It's that invader who kidnapped Penida!?

Gerald's eyes widened as he endured the excruciating pain, his mind racing.

He wanted to know why Aozaki Mazuki was here; shouldn't he have already gone to the Spirit King Palace?

Also, why is my body recovering so slowly?

What is hindering the power of miracles?

Is it because of this man?

But then he rejected the idea.

After all, he was the heart of the Spirit King, a part of the only god in this world.

How could a mere little devil of death possibly prevent a miracle from happening?

And at this moment, Gerrard couldn't care less about anything else.

He clutched his wound tightly, letting out a painful howl, and loudly warned:

"Your Majesty...his eyes!"

In the radiant city, Yhwach narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze fixed on Aozaki Mayuki.

He noticed that Aozaki Mayuki's bright eyes were exactly the same as his own from a thousand years ago—

Double pupils!

"Such a thing actually happened? Interesting."

After Yhwach uttered these words with an indifferent expression, he stood quietly in Silverframe City and disappeared along with the city.

"Your master abandoned you. But don't worry, I won't abandon you, of course... only your body!"

With a smile on her lips and a long, blood-dripping sword in her hand, Aozaki Mayuki walked step by step towards Gerald from the sky.

Gerald's face was terribly grim; he sensed a strange power emanating from Aozaki Mayuki.

"I understand now, you damned bastard, how dare you steal the authority of God!"

Gerald roared through gritted teeth.

"Congratulations, you got it right, but there's no reward."

Aozaki Mayuki's tone was full of mockery.

He raised his longsword and flicked it slightly in front of Gerald, revealing the massive blade once more. Blood slid down the blade and spilled onto the ground.

Divine retribution!

Aozaki Mayuki turned to look at the old man in the distance whose hands were charred but who was still struggling to throw punches, and snorted coldly in annoyance.

This old man is so old, why doesn't he stay home and enjoy his retirement instead of personally going to the battlefield and putting himself in such a dangerous situation?

When it comes to doing something like this, we should let Senior Brother Kyoraku scout ahead first.

If he gets into danger, you can just take your men and run away, and then wait for me to come back so I can avenge him, right?

Why do you have to show off, old man?

Kyoraku Shunsui: Isn't my senior brother's life a life too?

Aozaki Mayuki's body suddenly transformed into countless photons and dissipated in the air.

Chapter 386 The Creator

Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni's body trembled violently as he felt someone gently pat him on the shoulder.

He turned his head and saw a familiar figure.

What's that brat doing here?

"True...True Moon!"

Yamamoto stared wide-eyed at his grinning apprentice.

He never expected that this young disciple, who should have been living a carefree life in the Spirit King's Palace, would appear here.

Did he sense the danger and slip away beforehand?

You shouldn't have come here either; the timing was terrible!

In his turmoil, Yamamoto even forgot the pain in his body.

He hurriedly said, "I'll try to buy some time. You take the others and leave here quickly!"

That's the Zanpakuto, a Zanpakuto powerful enough to destroy the world!

He had previously used his Bankai and thought victory was assured, so he couldn't help but indulge in some recklessness for a while, trying out all the moves of the Zanka no Tachi.

This space is already beginning to collapse; it will be completely destroyed in at most half a minute.

It doesn't matter if he and Kyoraku Shunsui, who are running towards this place from not far away, die.

After all, he was just an old man nearing the end of his life and a useless salted fish; once he died, he was gone.

But Aozaki Maki is stronger than him and has a chance to defeat Yhwach. As the future of Soul Society, he absolutely cannot die here!

However, Aozaki Mayuki reached out and hoisted Yamamoto onto her shoulder, saying with a smile:

"Old man, you're so old, why are you still saying cool lines? Leave this kind of thing to the young people."

His tone was relaxed, as if he didn't take the current crisis to heart.

Yamamoto wanted to say something, reminding Aozaki Mayuki not to be reckless.

But before he could finish speaking, he saw Aozaki Mayuki casually wave his hand, easily shattering the magic circle that he couldn't shake.

As the magic circle disappeared, the Fiery Blade also gradually faded away, and the surrounding heat quickly dissipated.

He was stunned and could only swallow the words he was about to say.

"How about it? I didn't embarrass you, did I?"

"Aozaki Mayuki asked smugly."

Seeing him easily accomplish what he himself couldn't, Yamamoto really wanted to praise him.