Chapter 594

A strange lotus platform began to appear beneath Hirako Shinji's feet.

The petals atop the lotus platform began to continuously wrap around Hirako Shinji's body.

A breath, like that of a demonic god of hell, spread outward in all directions.

This strange and ominous feeling made even the Ishgallians nearby feel a slight shock in their hearts.

"Is this power… the power of a Shinigami?"

"Who exactly are the Arrancar, and why do they possess the power of a Shinigami?"

"And why does their mask feel exactly like a Hollow? Why is that?"

Many of the Ten Saints silently voiced their questions, looking upward.

They saw that Hirako Shinji, suspended in midair, had suffered no harm from the Demigod Clan.

As if invisible among those enemies, all the Demigod Clan seemed unable to see Hirako Shinji.

They deliberately avoided his direction and began slaughtering each other instead.

"That bald bastard's Bankai is extremely dangerous! We have nothing to do with Shinigami! You damn bald bastards!"

Yachiru, as if hearing the inner thoughts of the Ten Saints, immediately shouted out loud.

Her expression was especially unfriendly, as if she deeply disliked these people she had just met.

"Um, Lady Yachiru?"

"Why are all the Demigod Clan killing each other?"

Hayberion hesitated slightly, yet as the leader of Ishgall in his own mind,

he stepped forward first, hoping Yachiru would answer their question.

"Huh? Damn baldies."

"His Bankai's effect reverses everyone's perception within a certain range—including their perception of friend and foe."

"Thus, it forces enemies to kill each other. That's also why we told you baldies to stay far away."

As soon as Yachiru finished speaking, every mage on the Ishgall side visibly relaxed.

They had never expected such an effect—this made them all the more astonished.

The Demigod Clan in the sky were already formidable in strength.

Their mutual slaughter turned the sky into a dark, gray haze.

Lower-rank Demigods, in normal times, would respectfully avoid higher-rank ones.

But under Hirako Shinji's Bankai, their perceptions were completely overturned—they no longer understood they were the weakest among the Demigod Clan.

Some even believed they themselves were the Demigod King?

They charged recklessly toward higher-rank Demigods, like locusts, and were swiftly wiped out by many higher-rank ones.

Of course, several high-rank Demigods also fell victim.

Soon, the number of Demigod Clan fighting in the sky began to dwindle.

From an original thousand, the number had now dropped to barely a hundred.

"Enough. It's time for the next act."

Lin Cheng, controlling all of this from afar, stretched out lazily.

He triggered Hirako Shinji to release his Bankai, then ordered all Arrancar members to rush forward at once.

They swiftly eliminated over a hundred Demigod Clan.

Though they too expended considerable energy, at least all thousand Demigod Clan had now been wiped out.

"Terrifying. Truly terrifying power."

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"The relationship between the Arrancar and the Shinigami must be mysterious—better not ask too much."

"Should we ask Captain Byakuya Kuchiki later, just who exactly they are?"

Makarov and others now held different thoughts—some wished to avoid the Arrancar entirely.

Makarov wondered whether he should ask Captain Byakuya Kuchiki for his opinion.

After all, the Arrancar's power bore striking resemblance to the power Byakuya Kuchiki had displayed.

It felt exactly like Shinigami power—leaving no room for overthinking.

"Hey, don't just stand there—move out!"

Seeing the Ishgall group frozen in place, Ace turned and spoke to Makarov and the others.

Then he transformed into a streak of fire and sped forward.

Makarov and the Ten Saints snapped back to attention, exchanged glances, nodded, and quickly followed.

Las Noches occupied an absurdly vast area; once inside,

countless battle sounds erupted continuously throughout Las Noches.

The ground was littered with the corpses of Monu Sect disciples—clearly, beyond the outer defenses guarded by Demigod Clan and Grand Hollows,

Las Noches itself was also guarded by Monu Sect disciples.

The deeper they went, the colder and more piercing the chill became.

Even Gray, an Ice Magic user, involuntarily shivered and curled his body.

If absolute zero required life to convey its temperature, then the temperature Gray now felt

was even more terrifying than absolute zero.

And the source of it lay ahead—Death.