The Zanpakutō spirit was just about to use the sword in her hand to pierce Yamabuki's heart when suddenly, everything turned dark.
Yamabuki's mental world consists of two parts. One part is a pure white world, which represents the spatial power of the Zanpakutō spirit.
The other part is the scarlet world, which represents the power of time of the Zanpakutō spirit.
But now, the sky was neither red nor white but purest darkness.
The Zanpakutō spirit had an ominous premonition in her heart. How could such a strange scene appear?
Suddenly, violent spiritual pressure rose in front of her. Yamabuki broke all restraints and slashed with all his strength.
The Zanpakutō spirit was not afraid at all. She counterattacked with her sword and activated the ability to cut time.
But nothing happened!
There was only the purest collision of spiritual pressure!
"Boom!!!"
The spiritual pressure of both sides was evenly matched. After a sword strike, each of them took a few steps back to steady themselves.
"How did you do it? Even the God of this world cannot escape the control of time," the Zanpakutō spirit said coldly.
What surprised her most was not that the other party had escaped the control of time, but that her control over time had failed.
"Do you remember the space ball I mentioned before? I just made a super big space ball! It's big enough to wrap up the two of us. With the support of my reckless use of spiritual pressure, this space ball will exist for a longer period of time. Space processing is an absolute vacuum. Time and space do not exist, so your power to control time naturally cannot be exerted. The only things we can use to cause damage to each other are spiritual pressure and the swords in our hands. Come on, let's have a purely manly fight!" Yamabuki showed a ferocious smile on his face.
He had been suppressed since the fight started and had been suppressed until now. Finally, he could take a breath.
Moreover, it would be impossible to make such a large space ball in the real world—fortunately, this was the world of the mind.
"Haha, do you think I'll be afraid of you like this?" The Zanpakutō spirit burst out with a terrifying spiritual pressure that was not inferior to Yamabuki's!
So what if she couldn't use the power of her Zanpakutō?
Top-notch swordsmanship, top-notch Kidō, top-notch hand-to-hand combat, top-notch physical fitness, and top-notch spiritual pressure.
All configurations had reached the pinnacle that a Shinigami could achieve!
In that case, let's settle this with the sword.
"Shunka!"
"Shunka!!!"
The red and white lights collided with each other, and the swords of both sides pierced through each other's bodies. But the moment the swords were pulled out, the wounds of both people healed at the same speed.
"Hadō #90: Kurohitsugi!" Yamabuki raised his hand to release the black coffin, and in an instant, countless sharp blades pierced through the body of the Zanpakutō spirit.
The black coffin had just broken, and the Zanpakutō spirit pressed her hands to the ground: "Hadō #99: Goryūtenmetsu!"
Five giant scarlet dragons rose into the sky, and Yamabuki's body was instantly buried in the scarlet spiritual pressure!
Because there were no spirit particles in this world, they could only consume their own spiritual pressure. The more they consumed, the less they had. They couldn't replenish it by absorbing spirit particles.
"Shunpo!"
Yamabuki rushed out from the scarlet spiritual pressure like a mad cheetah and punched the Zanpakutō spirit in the face.
At the same time, the Zanpakutō spirit's sword also pierced his wrist.
Although both sides had high-speed regeneration, the addition of Kaidō's assistance could make the wound regenerate even faster.
But now the spiritual pressure of both sides was getting less and less, and they could no longer afford to waste spiritual pressure by using Kaidō.
When Kaidō was used on others, it would first stimulate the patient's body to restore their spiritual pressure before healing them.
But if used on oneself, the spiritual pressure restored wouldn't be as much as the consumption, so it wasn't worth it.
Yamabuki could no longer afford to hesitate. He was fighting while maintaining the space ball. His spiritual pressure consumption was far greater than his opponent's. If he continued fighting like this, he would definitely lose.
The sword in his hand attacked the Zanpakutō spirit like a violent storm!
The Zanpakutō spirit also entered a blood-rage state, her sword skills focused solely on offense with no regard for defense. The two exchanged injuries, fighting to see who would give up first!
A moment later, the blood of the two filled the entire space!
Both were gasping for breath!
"It seems that a war of attrition will be beneficial to me!" the Zanpakutō spirit said with a smile.
Yamabuki didn't waste time talking. Every second was crucial now, so he continued attacking frantically.
His spiritual pressure couldn't hold out much longer!
This sword strike was a desperate gamble!
If it worked, it worked. If it didn't...
The red and white spiritual pressures collided with each other with world-destroying force!
After a moment, the turbulent spiritual pressure dissipated.
Yamabuki stood there blankly, raising his hand. The Silver Angel in his hand had been broken, and the Zanpakutō's blade pierced his heart from the front.
"Sure enough..." Yamabuki spat out a mouthful of blood. Suddenly, he reached out and hugged the Zanpakutō spirit tightly.
"What does this mean? Do you want to die in Big Sister's arms?" the Zanpakutō spirit asked.
In her opinion, the outcome of this battle was already decided.
"Cough!" Blood continued to seep from Yamabuki's mouth and nose. "No, you see, this space will soon collapse! If I die, this space will completely collapse, and you and I will be torn apart by the turbulent spatial currents, just like my hand! So… admit defeat."
Yamabuki wore a gambler's grin on his face.
"Crack!"
White cracks suddenly appeared in the black sky.
"My spiritual pressure can't hold on any longer. Either we die together, or we become one!" Yamabuki said.
The Zanpakutō spirit's expression shifted continuously.
There were more and more cracks in the sky.
"I can only hold on for a few more seconds. There's no time left. Do we die together? Or live together?" Yamabuki asked.
The Zanpakutō spirit looked at the young man before her and finally revealed a helpless, bitter smile.
"You're such a troublesome child. You actually used this method to force me to give myself to you." The Zanpakutō spirit reached out and gently touched Yamabuki's head. "Since you like me so much, let's be together!"
A triumphant smile spread across Yamabuki's face!
Success!
He had finally succeeded!
At that moment, the space ball completely shattered.
Yamabuki's consciousness also faded away.
He didn't know how much time had passed, but when Yamabuki opened his eyes again, he found himself lying on something soft. He reached out and touched it—silky smooth.
This feeling...
There was no mistaking it!
Definitely black stockings!
"Why are you so restless right after waking up?"
The Zanpakutō spirit's voice reached his ears. Yamabuki realized he was lying on her lap.
The girl's slender, shapely thighs were clad in beautiful black stockings!
"This life was worth it!"
"Just let me die like this!"
Yamabuki thought blissfully.
At that moment, the mental world changed.
The sky was blood red, and the earth pure white.
The Zanpakutō spirit of the Silver Angel sat not far away, watching him silently.
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