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As the Hōgyoku integrated the last of the Souls, Aozaki Reiji brought it to his chest.
His gaze slowly swept over Sung-Sun and the two other women before him, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing an inscrutable smile.
"Do you want to live, or do you want to turn into spirit particles and return to Hueco Mundo like them?"
His voice was calm and low, as if carrying an invisible pressure that sent shivers down one's spine.
Sung-Sun, Apacci, and Mila Rose were all stunned, their faces showing disbelief.
Shouldn't a Shinigami immediately eliminate a Hollow upon seeing one?
Why would this man ask such a question, even giving them the right to choose between life and death?
After a brief moment of shock, Sung-Sun was the first to recover.
She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself, and at the same time, stopped Apacci and Mila Rose, who were about to speak.
She lowered her head and said in an extremely humble tone:
"We want to live... please spare our lives."
Sung-Sun had never imagined she would beg a Shinigami for mercy.
She was not a timid person who feared death, but at this moment, she had someone more important than her own life—Harribel.
Harribel had stayed behind alone to face Oswiel and his forces to protect them.
If she gave up her life for a momentary fit of pique, how could she repay Harribel's efforts and sacrifice?
So, even if it meant abandoning her dignity to beg for her life, Sung-Sun did not hesitate.
Whoosh...
The sand waves roared like raging tides.
Harribel's bone armor was already shattered under the encirclement of the Hollows.
In her constricted pupils, a figure gradually became clear—it was Oswiel, with his long black hair!
At this moment, he was grinning at her from a distance, revealing a chilling smile.
Oswiel took a step forward, simultaneously raising the spear in his hand high.
In an instant, a jet-black ball of light rapidly condensed at the tip of his spear, visible to the naked eye.
Immediately after, he swung his arm, forcefully flinging out this ball of light, which contained terrifying energy!
The ink-black ball of light sped through the air like an arrow loosed from a bowstring.
It first compressed, then continuously expanded and diffused, accompanied by intense rotation...
In less than a second, this ball of light underwent astonishing changes during its flight.
Finally, when it slammed into the ground, it had transformed into a colossal pillar of light that reached the heavens and pierced the earth!!
The previously calm sand sea suddenly erupted with earth-shattering waves, a heart-pounding scene as if the end of the world had arrived.
The energy fluctuations generated by the continuously expanding light projectile's explosion were simply beyond imagination, their vast range covering almost the entire sand sea for tens of kilometers around.
The fierce wind roared, carrying enormous sand waves that expanded rapidly like unbridled wild horses, tearing a huge, bottomless chasm in the restless surface of the sand sea!
From a distance, one could see terrifying air currents frantically swirling the grayish-white clouds above the sky, forming a colossal vortex that blotted out the sun and moon, as if it could devour everything.
This vortex was like a distorted white city wall gradually collapsing, slowly pressing down, bringing an indescribable sense of heavy oppression.
Facing such a terrifying storm, the Adjuchas of Las Noches couldn't help but feel fear, sensing that the surrounding space seemed to be distorted.
"Is that also a Cero?" Someone exclaimed, "As expected of a Vasto Lorde-class being!"
Another person said with a face full of awe:
"This is the true power of Hueco Mundo's overlord! Lord Oswiel is truly too strong!!"
In front of this awe-inspiring sight, everyone was deeply impressed.
That Cero, condensed into a light projectile, ruthlessly shattered everything in Harribel's location, raising large waves of sand, which was incredibly shocking.
"No, even an ordinary Vasto Lorde couldn't achieve such a feat... at least not in such a short time. This is Lord Oswiel's power!"
Abirama Redda, a red Menos Grande resembling a griffon with a crested white mask, shook his body, shedding all the fine white sand clinging to him.
He spread his wings and flapped them vigorously, soaring high into the sky.
Abirama stared intently at the dust-shrouded battlefield below, gritting his teeth and saying:
"Harribel is also no ordinary Vasto Lorde..."
"You're right, after all, how could someone favored by His Majesty be simple?"
Oswiel, standing nearby, smiled faintly, shook his head gently, and continued, "That Cero just now probably won't pose much of a threat to her!"
Just then, a dazzling golden Reiatsu suddenly flickered and jumped between the grayish-white clouds.
In the blink of an eye, this powerful Reiatsu converged into a massive, distorted pillar of light.
Like a heaven-piercing pillar, it stood between heaven and earth, instantly illuminating the grave and solemn faces of everyone present.
"Scatter!" Oswiel roared, his voice like thunder echoing through the sky.
The numerous Menos Grande moved at his command, quickly dispersing in all directions.
Almost in the next instant, the golden pillar of light slammed down precisely where the Menos Grande had been.
Accompanied by an earth-shattering crash, a bottomless crater was blasted into the ground, and smoke and dust billowed, obscuring the sky and moon.
At the same time, a strong gust of wind howled from directly in front of Oswiel.
The wind was mixed with intense Reiatsu fluctuations and faint, sharp sword qi.
After the smoke cleared, Harribel's gallant and heroic figure, like a female God of Combat, appeared strikingly before them, her shattered armor adding a touch of tragic beauty!
Oswiel firmly raised the cold, gleaming spear in his hand and held it horizontally across his chest, like an insurmountable mountain.
His entire body was tensed, and power continuously gathered in his arms.
Just then, the greatsword, with its sharp momentum, slashed down, colliding with the long spear with a resounding crash!
In an instant, sparks flew, like brilliant fireworks blooming in the night sky.
The deafening clang of metal reverberated throughout the entire battlefield.
Seeing this, Abirama and Findorr Calius, the crab-like Adjuchas beside him, exchanged a knowing look.
They swung their sharp eagle claws and massive crab pincers, striking Harribel from both sides like lightning.
Oswiel gritted his teeth, not showing any weakness, and exerted force with both hands, firmly pinning Harribel, leaving her no escape.
Harribel struggled fiercely, but it was to no avail.
No sooner said than done, the sharp claws and giant pincers struck Harribel's body with thunderous force.
The attack was incredibly powerful, directly sending her flying!
Harribel, like a kite with a broken string, arced through the air before crashing heavily to the ground.
The white moon in the sky was dim and unclear, and the red light before her grew closer.
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