Chapter 787 This is not fire, it is spiritual pressure!
However, at the moment of facing the captain, those Quincy who originally claimed to be powerful warriors were insignificant, like ants.
The captain raised his hand slightly, as if he just waved it casually, and a dazzling knife light cut through the air, accompanied by a deafening roar, and a flame shot up into the sky.
This pillar of fire was like a giant dragon emerging from the water, tumbling in the air, and everything was engulfed by the blazing flames wherever it went.
The three captain-level Quincy, they were once the best among the Quincy, but in front of the captain, they seemed so vulnerable.
Their screams were instantly annihilated in the flames, leaving only traces of burning and the smell of burning in the air. Their lives, like those fragile ants, were instantly crushed in front of the captain's power.
Second kill!
This scene shocked everyone present.
They couldn't believe their eyes, let alone this fact.
Three captain-level Quincy were killed instantly in front of the captain-general without any chance to fight back!
This kind of power and might was beyond their imagination.
However, Yhwach was not surprised or angry at all.
He looked at all this coldly, as if it was all within his expectations.
He had no sympathy or pity for the miserable situation of his subordinates, as if they were just chess pieces in his hands and could be abandoned at any time.
"Stupid guy who doesn't know his own limits."
He said lightly, his voice full of disdain and ridicule.
His eyes swept over the trembling Quincy, as if he was looking at a group of insignificant ants.
"You actually interfered with my battle."
He continued, his voice full of contempt.
In his opinion, these Quincy had no right to interfere with his battle with the captain-general.
Their appearance only brought him some unnecessary trouble.
Hearing Yhwach's words, the captain-general's eyes became even colder.
"You are still the same as before, indifferent to life and ruthless!"
The captain said coldly.
His voice was full of anger and accusation. He could not forget the crimes committed by Yhwach on the battlefield. Those innocent lives were cruelly taken away by him.
"How ridiculous!"
Yhwach sneered.
"You who once killed countless people actually said that I was cold-blooded? You simply forgot your identity and past!"
"You are really getting old. The comfortable life for thousands of years has worn away your fighting spirit."
Yhwach responded coldly.
His voice was full of sarcasm and ridicule.
In his opinion, the captain is no longer the killing machine of the past. Now he is just fighting to protect the Soul Society, not the kind of purposeless killing.
"Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni... Your sword is no longer sharp!"
Yhwach continued.
His voice was full of provocation and ridicule.
He knew that this sentence would deeply stimulate the captain.
Because for the captain, his sword is the symbol of his soul and dignity.
However, facing the provocation and ridicule of Yhwach, the captain did not waver at all.
He looked at Yhwach coldly.
The two people's eyes met, as if there was a flame burning in the void.
"Whether it is sharp or not, you can try it!"
The captain's voice was low and powerful. He raised the Flowing Blade in his hand. The slender and streamlined outline of the sword flashed a fiery light in the sunset.
As the captain moved, a strong spiritual pressure burst out from his body.
This spiritual pressure was like an invisible shock wave, instantly spreading to the surrounding air.
The originally dry air became even hotter under the effect of this spiritual pressure, as if even breathing had a hint of burning taste.
The surrounding scenery began to distort and deform under the influence of this spiritual pressure.
The branches and leaves of the trees turned red under the reflection of the flames, as if they would burn at any time. The sand and stones on the ground also trembled slightly under this power, making a slight cracking sound.
Behind the captain, the flames surged like a raging tide.
That flame was not an ordinary flame, but a spiritual flame that contained the captain's deep spiritual power.
These spiritual flames danced wildly in the air, as if they were going to devour everything.
However, compared with this terrifying fire, the captain's figure seemed unusually calm.
He gently waved the Ryujin Jakka in his hand, and a stronger spiritual pressure burst out from the sword.
This spiritual pressure cut the surrounding air like a sharp blade, making the air emit a sharp hissing sound.
Under the effect of this force, the originally raging flames disappeared without a trace in an instant.
"Bankai·Zanka Tachi!!!"
The captain shouted, and the Ryujin Jakka changed instantly.
The sword body that was originally surrounded by flames became dry and charred, and the surface showed a carbonized state.
This sword looks ugly, but it contains endless power.
Zanka Tachi is the full liberation state of Ryujin Jakka, and it is also the captain's strongest skill.
After Bankai, Ryujin Jakka's power was greatly enhanced, and it also became more difficult to control.
However, for the captain, all of this was not a problem.
He had already integrated the power of this sword into his body and made it a part of himself.
Yhwach looked at the Zanka Tachi in front of him, and a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes.
He clearly remembered the battle with the captain-general a thousand years ago, when he was defeated by this sword.
Although the current Zanka Tachi looks different from that year, the familiar and powerful aura makes him dare not be careless.
The former Zanka Tachi, once swung, would definitely end everything.
It is a sword of great flames, burning everything it hits with explosive flames.
Although the current Zanka Tachi is ugly in appearance, the spiritual pressure it exudes is stronger than before.
Under the control of the captain-general, the Zanka Tachi began to swing slowly.
Although the movement was slow, every swing caused the surrounding air to emit a sharp whistling sound.
This force seemed to tear everything around it apart.
The captain-general's spiritual pressure was restrained in his body, and there was no flame around him, nor any abnormal phenomenon caused by high temperature. However, the temperature of the Soul Society was rising steadily, as if the entire space was distorted by this power.
Everyone in the Seireitei noticed something was wrong.
The originally moist air became dry, and the moisture in the air evaporated bit by bit. The soldiers' lips began to crack, and their throats became dry as if they were burning.
They took out their water bottles to replenish their water, but under the influence of this spiritual pressure, the water in the bottles also evaporated quickly.
