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Red light exploded, and light and shadow intertwined, dazzling and mesmerizing, as if the entire world before their eyes began to fall apart and crumble.
Just then, Oswiel stood steadily, but everyone only felt a blur before their eyes, and his figure instantly vanished like a ghost.
"It's not over yet!!"
A heavy sentence slowly emanated from his mouth, carrying a heart-shaking chill.
Upon hearing this, the fallen Harribel gritted her teeth, her eyes gleaming with an unyielding light.
She endured the intense pain in her body and struggled to get back on her feet.
Suddenly, a loud bang was heard!
Clang!!
The greatsword and the lance collided violently again, erupting in dazzling sparks.
Oswiel quickly turned sideways, delivering a sharp whip kick that struck the blade of the greatsword, causing Harribel's body to stagger forward a few steps involuntarily.
He suddenly raised his head, his ink-black long hair whipping in the wind, like a black waterfall, scattering a large expanse of white sand.
His gaze was untamed and domineering, as if everything in the world was under his control.
He sighed softly:
"What a pity, Harribel. I don't want to take your life, but His Majesty has commanded it, and I have no choice..."
With that, this Vasto Lorde who commanded all Hollows took a firm step.
A roaring gale swept in, lifting his wide black cloak, which resembled the membrane wings of an ancient dragon, making it flap loudly.
His figure sped through the wind, instantly leaping into the air.
The long spear he held tightly gleamed with a cold light, and its tip erupted with a heart-pounding black-red glow, like a fire dragon's breath.
This powerful Reiatsu spread rapidly at an astonishing speed, forming a dazzling pillar of light that erupted violently around the long spear.
"—Noble and pure knight, may you not step into this dark and cold place in your next life!"
Oswiel's jet-black long hair fluttered in the wind, his voice melodious and deep, revealing an indescribable majesty and dominance.
At this moment, he seemed to have transformed into an incredibly fierce and untamable mad dragon.
Dragging the long spear, which was completely enveloped by black-red Reiatsu, he struck like lightning towards the exhausted and tottering noble knight...
This strike was as swift as thunder, carrying irresistible power and determination, aiming directly for Harribel's vital throat!
The world seemed to fall into a deathly silence at this instant—
However, in the very next moment, Accompanied by a sharp, piercing sound of tearing air: "Tear!!"
The roaring Sword Pressure, like a colossal and magnificent crescent moon, sliced through the dark and gloomy night sky, carrying suffocating pressure and unparalleled might, directly cleaving through several powerful Adjuchas-class Menos Grande!
Wherever that sword light passed, the void was torn apart, forming a deep chasm, as if it would split the entire world in two!
Immediately after, a loud "Clang!!" was heard.
The flying slash and the long spear collided fiercely, and the previously indestructible lance could no longer advance an inch.
Oswiel was forcefully pushed back dozens of meters, his body sliding rapidly across the sand dunes, leaving a long, deep imprint.
At the same time, the long spear he held tightly also developed several cracks due to the immense force it endured.
The pressure brought by the slash suddenly vanished without a trace.
The previously blurry and chaotic vision suddenly became incredibly clear.
The swirling sand dust drifted down, like a white veil covering the surroundings.
Oswiel, clad in his dragon-winged cloak, stood steadily on the sand dune.
He gripped the cracked long spear with both hands, exuding a powerful, profound aura like an unfathomable abyss.
His gaze was cold and sharp, filled with majesty and anger, as he stared intently at the mysterious figure that had suddenly appeared not far ahead, and he demanded sharply:
"Who are you!? Are you an enemy of Las Noches, here to save this woman!?"
"Bringing a bunch of big men to take advantage of a weak woman who can't even tie a chicken, do you even have the nerve to call yourself a knight?"
As if his innermost thoughts were struck, Oswiel's expression froze.
The other Adjuchas-class Menos Grande were also stunned, unable to believe their ears.
Can't even tie a chicken?
Who? That Vasto Lorde in front?
"Lord Oswiel, watch out!!"
"Above!"
The instant the exclamation sounded, a dazzling light suddenly flashed, followed by a hand as pure and flawless as jade sculpture that swiftly reached out from the strong wind like a ghost.
That hand seemed to contain endless power and sharpness; the surrounding air was torn to shreds by the twisting, sharp hurricane it carried, heading straight for Oswiel's forehead!
This strike seemed ordinary, yet it gave a feeling of being unavoidable and irresistible, as if the entire world was enveloped by this terrifying pressure!
"So fast!"
Oswiel's heart jolted, and his eyes revealed shock and horror.
He had never thought that, apart from Baraggan and Szayelaporro, anyone could so easily break through to his proximity.
Even more unexpectedly, the opponent's speed was incredibly fast to such an inconceivable degree!
Just then, Aozaki Reiji, whose figure gradually emerged from the strong wind, let out a cold snort.
His posture of riding the wind was graceful and light, like an extraordinary immortal descending into the mortal world.
"Are you the so-called strongest knight under Baraggan?" Aozaki Reiji's voice was bone-chillingly cold, carrying boundless dominance, "You're far too weak!"
His eyes, as deep as an abyss, gleamed with a black, doll-like light, as brilliant and dazzling as the brightest stars in the night sky!
At the same time, his right hand swiftly transformed into an extremely sharp hawk claw, and with lightning speed, it grabbed directly at Oswiel's face!
Oswiel felt an irresistible force rushing towards him, and the hairs on his body stood on end, as if a powerful electric current had coursed through him!
He widened his eyes, looking at the man before him with a face full of terror, and an unprecedented fear and despair surged in his heart.
This strike was so ordinary yet flawless, it had already surpassed the scope of what he could handle!
It was as fierce as a volcanic eruption, as swift as lightning streaking across the sky, possessing both an indomitable domineering aura and a majestic presence that made even gods and demons tremble in fear!
The hand that grabbed Oswiel's face was as hard and powerful as if forged from steel, effortlessly lifting him high above its head.
Then, with a violent swing of the arm, Oswiel, like a kite with a broken string, was heavily smashed into the ground!
Simple and brutal, yet unstoppable!
Accompanied by a dull thud, the entire earth trembled...
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