Chapter 150

After Lin Cheng promoted Aizen Sōsuke from S-rank One-Star to S-rank Two-Star, Aizen Sōsuke's already terrifyingly powerful Kōgyoku became even more grotesque.

Aizen Sōsuke didn't even need to swing or touch Kōgyoku—he could now, without a sound, drag everyone present into the illusion he created.

Of course, not long ago Lin Cheng had tried using Kōgyoku to directly manipulate the emotions of those trapped in the illusion, but ultimately gained no emotional value at all.

So he could only now indirectly harvest emotional value by creating illusions that didn't directly affect the crowd.

"Aizen Sōsuke's power is truly heart-stopping."

"Can one person alone forge a stable spatial passage?"

Looking at the scene before him, Volodzhenko's face showed far greater shock than when he had felt Lin Cheng's terrifying power earlier.

Even in this modern age of rampant magic, where new spells emerge constantly and nations' elites study advanced magic—including time and space magic, now gradually mastered and flexibly applied—

Aizen Sōsuke's ability to spontaneously blast open a stable spatial passage was still far too horrifying.

"Indeed, even a figure like this cannot single-handedly crush the Akatsuki."

"The battles ahead won't be easy."

Upon hearing Volodzhenko's words, Ulvheim's expression also turned solemn.

The events that had occurred one after another recently had come too fast—so fast that Ulvheim, who had lived nearly a century in this world, now felt a profound sense of unfamiliarity.

Even when he had been invited by the Fapingyi Society to fight a man named Eclair, Ulvheim had already felt this way.

"I apologize, everyone."

"Based on the trajectory of the Akatsuki's intern, Mr. Lin Cheng, as he departed—"

"I forcibly located the Akatsuki's headquarters within the subspace, at great cost."

Aizen Sōsuke, watching the stunned crowd, wore an expression of exhaustion.

Although Aizen Sōsuke organized the raid, sadly, he would never play a primary role in the conquest of the Amegakure dungeon.

At most, he would only intervene at the last moment to rescue everyone when they were about to be killed by the Akatsuki's main boss.

Thinking of this, Aizen Sōsuke smiled faintly and said: "But rest assured, the strongest member of the Akatsuki is currently unable to spare attention for you."

"Only the core and intern members of the Akatsuki remain—I'm certain you can all succeed."

"And once I've recovered, I will come to help immediately."

"Then, Aizen Sōsuke thanks you all for your contributions to the world."

· ·······Requesting flowers··· ·········

After speaking, Aizen Sōsuke sat cross-legged, slowly closed his eyes, and displayed a look of "fatigue," assuming the posture of "fully restoring his strength."

All Aizen Sōsuke needed to do now was wait for the critical moment to perform his personal show.

Before then, he only needed to watch as the others were mercilessly crushed by the Akatsuki members.

"Mr. Aizen Sōsuke, we'll handle the rest from here."

"Everyone, Mr. Aizen Sōsuke has expended tremendous power—let us advance through the passage he opened with all his strength!"

At this moment, Makarov stepped forward and shouted loudly.

Undeniably, though he was over eighty years old, Makarov still retained considerable passion—he remained mentally youthful, utterly unlike an octogenarian.

As soon as Makarov finished speaking, everyone present raised their hands in cheers and moved into action.

They surged rapidly toward the other end of the passage.

In no time, all of them entered the territory of Amegakure.

The instant they entered Amegakure's territory, everyone immediately sensed something was wrong.

The magic power within their bodies, previously surging from heightened emotion, suddenly felt as if punched—growing sluggish and listless.

This was the effect of the territory beginning to activate.

All who entered the territory and were judged as enemies suffered a slight, all-around reduction in overall combat capability.

Specifically, each individual's overall combat capability was suppressed by 5%–10%, depending on their condition.

"What's going on?"

"Has anyone else noticed something unusual?"

As soon as Erusa stepped into Amegakure's territory, her face darkened, and she said solemnly: "My magic power feels heavier than before—I'm struggling to use it as easily as usual!"

"Did I get cursed?"