Chapter 492

Jelph glanced at Raked with cold indifference, but those words of caution made Raked's lips immediately curl upward.

He said no more, transforming into a streak of Bai Guang and vanishing from where he stood.

Raked had already silently resolved within himself to kill this intruding man as swiftly and utterly as possible.

But when he reached the center of the battlefield, even Raked, with his scant emotions, began to frown slightly.

For the scene before him resembled a hellish purgatory.

The ground was drenched in blood-red, littered with severed limbs and broken body parts.

The man with the strange hairstyle had torn off his upper clothing.

His body was covered in countless scars—no thought was needed to know this man had walked through countless battles.

With each downward slash of his blade, a spray of crimson blood erupted.

"What a terrifying man—just his ferocious aura."

"He's made tens of thousands of soldiers fear him."

A flicker of surprise passed through Raked's eyes, but slowly, his lips began to smile.

For no matter how strong a man is, as long as he is a feeling creature, he cannot possibly defeat me.

Even if this man is Gimo Kenpachi, the most insane of the Thirteen Court Guard Squads of Seireitei.

"Joy!"

Raked slightly raised his palm, and the soldiers fighting Gimo Kenpachi immediately pulled back upon seeing him.

At that moment, Raked conjured a beam of light from his hand and struck Gimo Kenpachi.

That beam, saturated with intense emotion, made anyone it touched feel overwhelming joy, unable to break free, losing their will to fight; when joy reached its peak, their soul would be drained.

But there was one thing Raked did not know: Gimo Kenpachi was not human, and had never experienced physiological joy.

All he desired was to fight against strong opponents.

That thrill of battle was Gimo Kenpachi's true source of joy.

"Useless? Impossible..."

"All humans feel joy—why doesn't he?"

Raked's expression froze slightly, clearly unable to comprehend what was happening.

Yet for some reason, a hint of panic stirred within him.

As the demon second only to END, Raked's innate power and magic were exceedingly rare ancient arts.

A magic that controlled the seven emotions and six desires, inflicting harm based on others' feelings.

It had always rendered Raked invincible.

But this time, his target was different: Gimo Kenpachi, as a puppet, was neither weak nor burdened with extra emotions for Raked to exploit.

"What's this? Feeble, insignificant."

"Trash—was it you who just attacked me?"

Gimo Kenpachi's expression did not change after being struck by the beam; instead, a sneer appeared in his eyes.

A roar erupted, and a streak of Jin Guang emerged from Gimo Kenpachi's body.

As the power of the Jin Guang grew stronger, he charged forward with terrifying speed.

In an instant, he stood before Raked.

The Jin Guang wrapped around his ragged blade, even before it descended,

made Raked feel a shiver of dread.

"Blade of Light!"

Raked instantly retreated from Gimo Kenpachi, unleashing countless light blades from his body.

Since desire magic had failed, Raked still possessed powerful light magic.

This light magic strike was formidable enough that even the Saint Ten would struggle to block it.

But Gimo Kenpachi merely swung his blade lightly—the sword qi and pressure instantly scattered all the light.

"Tear of Pain!"

Raked held his palm horizontally across his chest, his expression turning grim.

With his other hand, he drew a cross from behind his back and rushed toward Gimo Kenpachi.

As his palm slid, a deep gash, bone visible beneath, appeared on Gimo Kenpachi's chest.

At that same instant, the cross descended from above.

As the demon second only to END, Raked's strength was not merely desire magic—he was a near-omnipotent powerhouse.

But this man before him might be even stronger, even more insane.

This wound did not bring him pain—it brought only a blood-fueled exhilaration.