A World Burned to Ash

Rage, Mania, Madness.

And lastly... Fear.

In a short period of time, Kunitsuna Shōgo's heart was like a roller coaster, falling straight down from the peak.

Precisely because he was powerful, he could feel more clearly than ordinary Shinigami that Yamamoto's words were by no means false.

Even if words could be faked and intentions could be deceived, the terrifying power erupting from his body was real.

Whether it was Yamamoto or Kunitsuna, they both knew very well.

The moment this power was unleashed to the extreme, it would be enough to burn this small Kyougoku, along with all existences within this world that did not exceed the 3rd seat level, to ashes.

"No! You can't... How dare you?!"

Kunitsuna Shōgo roared loudly, as if trying to dispel the fear that was rapidly taking root in his heart, roaring and wielding the burning katana, swinging it towards Yamamoto.

Yamamoto's voice didn't stop, continuing to roar:

"Zanka no Tachi, East: Rising Sun Edge!"

In an instant, the flames on his body seemed to have been injected with a large amount of oxygen, burning into reality with even more violent force, almost allowing people to touch the 'shape' of the flames.

Yamamoto Genryūsai's figure disappeared from the spot, reappearing in front of Kunitsuna Shōgo.

The blade suddenly fell.

The terrifying torrent of flames, even more intense than Ryūjin Jakka, fell towards Kunitsuna continuously, erupting, forming a sweeping force that was like world-destroying lava.

The current Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni had never had any thoughts about the lives of his subordinates or the stability of the world.

Once the blade was swung, it was bound to be all-out.

The bursting flames engulfed Kunitsuna Shōgo's figure in an instant, along with the Shinigami members within a few thousand meters who were slightly close.

Miserable screams continued to echo in his ears, and many people fled in fear towards the distance.

Yamamoto's blade did not stop at all.

One slash, two slashes, three slashes...

The flames, like a continuous tide, covered the sky.

Kunitsuna Shōgo's small fire only supported this tide for a moment, before it disappeared.

Half of the Kyougoku was burned to waste land.

Not only the vegetation, but even the soil was burned into steam, and large patches of crystals formed at the very bottom of the charred abyss.

"Escape!"

"Everyone evacuate to the Dangai immediately!"

Behind Yamamoto, the lieutenants, led by Iihara Kaname, shouted out loud.

Iihara Kaname wielded Fukubara, tearing the space wide open, revealing the pitch-black Dangai outside.

Although the passage here was not stable, there was at least a glimmer of hope.

At this moment, everyone knew clearly.

This Kyougoku was finished.

The Genryū Shinigami in the distance also immediately seized the opportunity to survive and ran swiftly towards the space passage.

On the contrary, Fujimiya Makoto, who had prepared in advance, had already appeared beside Unohana-sensei at some point.

When he saw the old man in the distance starting to go crazy, he immediately frowned, silently protecting his beloved Unohana-sensei in front of him, observing the changes.

This time, it was thanks to Xiao Po Dao's reminder.

Unohana Retsu didn't care, noticing her disciple's small actions, she slightly raised her wide sleeves, pulling him behind her to avoid being accidentally injured.

Then, she concentrated even more on watching this rare battle.

Although Yamamoto's path was completely different from hers, and he couldn't achieve the bloody slaughter in which neither side would yield an inch with their bare blades, as Unohana imagined, this didn't prevent Unohana from admiring the terrifying destructive power that went to the extreme.

If she could, she would also like to fight with her life on the line, taking the world as a bet, like the two people in front of her.

That feeling, just imagining it, made her excited.

A bright smile inadvertently appeared on Unohana Retsu's pale face.

However, not everyone in this world could understand this feeling of enjoying the slaughter.

Kunitsuna Shōgo struggled to crawl out of the void.

The heat that permeated the surroundings was already enough to make his spiritual body start to evaporate, every inch of his skin seemed to be surrounded by invisible flames, constantly peeling and breaking.

He was going crazy.

"Yamamoto!"

"You bastard! Madman! Monster!"

The uncontrollable fear in Kunitsuna Shōgo's pupils was about to overflow as he roared loudly towards Yamamoto.

At first, he thought that the difference between himself and Yamamoto was only in strength.

But after his spiritual pressure reached its limit, he discovered that he was lacking in skill as well.

And after both of these were stripped away.

Kunitsuna Shōgo discovered again.

Even in terms of temperament, he was no match for this guy.

His ruthlessness wasn't just towards enemies.

At this moment, Kunitsuna Shōgo finally understood.

From the beginning, he didn't have even a shred of chance of winning.

The moment he realized this, Kunitsuna Shōgo finally went mad.

"Fukubara!"

"Shuryōkyū!"

"Ryūjin Jakka!"

"Kagemaru!"

"Tamahagane!"

"Tetsugō Ryōdan!"

He called out one name after another, each of which were the Shikai of the Zanpakutō that the lieutenants had revealed when fighting against the clone of Nimaiya Ōetsu.

Powerful spiritual pressure, terrifying abilities, complex combinations.

In front of the 'Enrakyōten', which had the ability to copy all Zanpakutō, all of this was raised to the extreme.

They shot towards Yamamoto.

At the same time, the corpses of the Yūjin Army that had not been burned to ashes on the ground disappeared in a series of terrifying tearing sounds - the price required to use Enrakyōten was to reduce the soul.

However, all of this was temporarily transferred by Kunitsuna using secret methods, wantonly erupting with endless power.

However, all of this couldn't stop Yamamoto.

Countless attacks hit him, but all were melted by the Remnant Sun Prison Garb, which was so full of spiritual pressure that it was like a solid substance. The fiery spiritual pressure of up to 15 million degrees Celsius was even enough to distort all attacks that could change space.

Unstoppable!

Looking at all of this, Kunitsuna Shōgo couldn't bear it any longer and roared, launching a charge towards Yamamoto, his young face distorted.

However...