Chapter 743

But the feeling that the Primordial Black Diavolo gave him was that of an unfathomably deep abyss, and for Ōtsutsuki Hagoromo, this was a very bad feeling.

Looking at the Primordial Black Diavolo, even Yhwach was filled with wariness; he could sense a kind of world's pressure on the Primordial Black Diavolo's body, and for Yhwach, this was basically an impossible thing.

Because the pressure of a world simply could not appear on a single person's body; even Yhwach's father, the strongest person in Soul Society, the very existence who had created the view of the Bleach World, in Yhwach's eyes, barely possessed only this much pressure.

Yet such a figure would actually appear beside Aizen, and Yhwach would never believe it no matter what, since for Yhwach, this was basically a fairy tale.

But looking at the Primordial Black Diavolo's appearance, Yhwach knew this was not an impossible thing, because Yhwach clearly sensed that kind of aura on the Primordial Black Diavolo's body.

"What world do you actually belong to? Why do you have such an aura? In my knowledge, only the creator of a world would possess the aura of a world."

Listening to Yhwach's words, a faint smile appeared on the Primordial Black Diavolo's face; he had originally thought that no matter what existence it was, none of them could possibly sense that he carried the aura of a world on his body, but he had not expected the appearance of Yhwach.

However, for the Primordial Black Diavolo, this was merely a pastime; even if Yhwach could know that he carried the aura of a world on his body, it did not matter.

After all, the current Primordial Black Diavolo was no longer the previous Primordial Black Diavolo who was merely a Demon King; the current Primordial Black Diavolo could be said to be a god among demons, the kind of god who could casually create a world.

His level and an existence of Yhwach's caliber were completely not on the same concept, so even if Yhwach had the ability to know quite a bit of information, for him it was also a matter of indifference.

"Aizen, these people are left to you; no problem, right? Don't let the organization be disappointed again, otherwise, we won't be so easy to talk to."

"Since this is a wonderful great battle, I can't let those Shinobi World allied forces miss it. I didn't expect that fellow Ōtsutsuki Isshiki would actually let Ōtsutsuki Hagoromo go and kill the Shinobi World allied forces; I don't want these things to happen."

"Tobi, I say your Edo Tensei should be ready by now, right? Let them fight a great battle against the Shinobi World allied forces; this 300 is a battle between worlds."

Looking at the somewhat at-a-loss Yakushi Kabuto behind him, a faint smile was on the Primordial Black Diavolo's face; for him, the pressure from the Primordial Black Diavolo was really a bit too great.

Even Uchiha Obito and the Orochimaru he had previously respected had never given him such enormous pressure, but now he felt it, and he also did not dare to defy the Primordial Black Diavolo's intentions.

"If this is what you require, then Edo Tensei can begin at any time, but these people…"

"Just let Aizen handle it; this is the problem he brought. As for me, I want to go see what kind of posture that goddess of the Shinobi World actually appears in this world with."

With a wave of his large hand, the Primordial Black Diavolo cut off Yakushi Kabuto's words; for him, the people present were simply unimportant, what he needed was an absolute struggle, and as for other matters, they had nothing to do with him.

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