Chapter 623

Meanwhile, on the other side, the battle between Aizen, Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto, and Hyōsube Ichibē continued. For them, battles of this caliber were commonplace; the most important thing was that none of them could afford to show any opening to the other.

As long as they gave the other any opening, they would suffer extremely severe injuries. Of course, for Aizen, it was a different story.

Aizen was not very tense when facing Yamamoto and Ichibē. After all, Aizen's current strength could already be considered the strongest, his power had broken through limits, even surpassing the boundaries of this world.

Of course, dealing with Yamamoto and Ichibē was also effortless, but as far as he was concerned, he did not want to end all of this so quickly. After all, it had not been easy for him to finally unleash his full strength, and he would not let anyone disturb him.

Looking at Yamamoto, who seemed somewhat unable to keep up, a faint smile appeared on Aizen's face.

"Captain-General Yamamoto, if it were you from several thousand years ago, dealing with the current me would certainly not have been a problem. But the you of now has lost the edge you had back then—that ruthlessness of achieving your goals by any means necessary."

"So, the current you is merely an opponent I can easily defeat. Although your attacks remain fierce, to me, that amounts to nothing."

In truth, what Aizen said was not wrong. If it were truly Yamamoto at his absolute peak, he might still have had the strength to fight Aizen to the bitter end.

But the Yamamoto of this period no longer possessed the high spirits of his youth, nor that feeling of being invincible under heaven.

Added to the decline brought on by age, it was no wonder that the current Yamamoto was inferior to the current Aizen.

Of course, from start to finish, Aizen never allowed Ichibē's black to approach him. Even though Aizen had now swelled to the extreme, he still knew exactly how terrifying Ichibē truly was.

If it were not Aizen and Yamamoto standing here, then Ichibē alone could wipe out all members of the Royal Guard and the Espada.

Watching Aizen in such a state, even Yamamoto and Ichibē did not look very comfortable.

Although Aizen's attacks had not exceeded a certain limit, reaching the point of being able to kill them directly, the terrifying thing about Aizen was that their attacks, to him, were simply not attacks at all.

Or rather, their attacks in front of Aizen in his current state were merely mediocre, utterly incapable of harming him.

Under normal circumstances, whether it was Yamamoto's Ryūjin Jakka or Ichibē's Ichimonji, both possessed extremely tremendous destructive power.

But when they faced Aizen, these special abilities simply could not get close to his person.

Estarossa might have been created by Aizen as a so-called helper to draw out Ichibē's true strength.

In reality, the current Aizen needed no helper at all. Whether it was the Monu Sect or the Demon God race, they were all merely objects for him to exploit.

Watching such an Aizen, Yamamoto fell silent and made a decision in his heart.

"Monk, you go protect those children. Leave him to me!"

Looking at Aizen, Yamamoto's expression was utterly calm, as though nothing in the world could disturb his state of mind at this moment.

"Does this mean you're going to release yourself completely? Doing so will turn the entire world into a hell of flames."

Looking at Yamamoto, Ichibē furrowed his brow. Although his personality meant he did not particularly care about the life and death of humans, if Yamamoto were fully unleashed, even they would not be spared.

Looking at Yamamoto, the corners of Aizen's mouth curved into another faint smile.

"What, the Captain-General was actually still hiding his strength? What a surprising thing. It seems the secret of why the Captain-General was able to become the strongest Shinigami for several thousand years is finally going to be revealed to the world."

Looking at Yamamoto, there was not a trace of gravity on Aizen's face; instead, there was a sense of ease. After all, in his view, the current him was already perfect enough. Even if Yamamoto used his ultimate move, it could not be avoided.

"That's why I said, I need you to go protect them. With your help, I might be able to keep the entire world from burning down. There might still be a chance."

Looking at Ichibē, Yamamoto's face was full of smiles, showing not the slightest sign that this was someone about to unleash a terrifying blade capable of destroying an entire world.

Seeing Yamamoto like this, Ichibē could only nod slightly. His figure shifted, and he arrived beside the Ishugar crowd, shielding everything around them.