From the prototype, immortal

These spikes are like sharp blades, pointing directly at Aizen's vitals, trying to give him a fatal blow from the inside.

However, just when everyone was waiting with bated breath, thinking that Aizen was about to suffer a serious injury, the coat suddenly exploded on its own with a "bang".

Those sharp thorns failed to penetrate Aizen's body and collapsed on their own due to being unable to withstand the huge force inside.

Shutara Senjumaru was stunned beyond belief.

Aizen was still standing there, neatly dressed and unscathed.

This scene not only shocked everyone present, but even Shutara Senjumaru himself showed an expression of disbelief.

Her pupils shrank, and complex emotions surged in her heart: surprise, confusion, and even a hint of frustration.

She never thought that her favorite work could be cracked so easily.

"What an interesting endeavor, Captain Shutara Senjumaru."

Aizen's voice was calm and indifferent, everything just now was just a trivial episode.

"However, the gap between you and me has long gone beyond the simple category of 'ability'. It is related to the understanding of the world, the mastery of power, and the crossing of 'dimensions'. Your attack, to me, is invalid."

Having said that, Aizen didn't take any substantive action, but his presence itself seemed to be an invisible pressure that made the surrounding air tremble. Suddenly, an indescribable spiritual pressure burst out with Aizen as the center, sweeping across the entire battlefield in an instant. This force is so powerful that even space seems to be distorted by it.

Shutara Senjumaru felt an irresistible force coming towards her face. She tried her best to resist it, but in the end it was still a step too late.

In full view of everyone, her head was ripped off from her body by an invisible force and flew into the distance.

This scene not only made everyone present take a breath of air, but also caused Shutra's inner world to suffer an unprecedented impact.

However, this is not the end.

Aizen's spiritual pressure did not weaken as a result, but instead impacted everything around him more violently.

Under the influence of this force, several key parts of Shutara Senjumaru's newly formed wooden cage were cut off through the air, as if cut by an invisible blade.

But what is surprising is that these destroyed parts began to repair themselves in a very short period of time, showing an extraordinary vitality.

"A hallucination?"

Aizen whispered to himself, his face still unmoved.

He knew very well that although Shutra's illusion was powerful, it was not enough to confuse his eyes. He could clearly sense Shutara's true location, even though she had hidden her spiritual pressure without a trace.

Sure enough, as Aizen's sight penetrated the many illusions, a seemingly ordinary curtain was quietly lifted, revealing the true figure of Shutara Senjumaru.

She was suspended in mid-air, her face was pale, and her eyes were shining with unyielding light. Her ability can indeed create a curtain in the air that reflects false images, but for Aizen, this is nothing more than child's play.

Shutara looked at Aizen with mixed feelings in his heart.

She finally realized that the gap between herself and Aizen was not only in ability, but also in realm and cognition.

The reason why her attack was ineffective was not because Aizen possessed any incredible abilities, but because his physical strength, spiritual pressure control, and understanding of combat had reached a level that was beyond her reach.

"It turns out that this is your strength..."

Shutra murmured softly.

Just as Shutara Senjumaru was deep in thought, a burst of rhythmic Japanese RAP broke the tranquility around him. The sound was a bit unruly and flamboyant.

As the sound got closer, a figure gradually appeared - Nigeya Oue, the leading Zanpakutō forging master in Soul King Palace. He appeared in an almost joking manner, and was also carrying a strange glass jar-like container on his back. There are hidden secrets inside.

"I'm back, ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, five, then three, and finally two. Yes, I am the leading Zanpakutō forger, Niwaiya OH-ETSU! "

Nimaiya Wang Yue's self-introduction is a bit ridiculing, with a unique accent that mixes Japanese English and hip-hop elements.

As he carefully put down the glass jar on his back, everyone's eyes were attracted to the blade wrapped in a jelly-like substance.

This Zanpakuto named "Sheath Fu" has been regarded as a failure since its birth due to its unique and complex properties. It has been kept in the dark for a long time and no one cares about it.

However, in the eyes of Nimaiya Wang Yue, it is a weapon tailor-made for today's battle.

"It seems that you are very confident in your spiritual pressure..."

There was a hint of provocation in Nimaiya Wang Yue's words, and Aizen's arrogance and arrogance. It was this confidence that gave him the opportunity to push this seemingly impossible battle into the unknown.

With the sudden increase in his spiritual pressure, the entire space seemed to tremble, and an invisible pressure enveloped Aizen, indicating that a storm was coming.

"This sword is a failure and cannot be delivered to the Seireitei. It has been unable to be used since it was made. Speaking of which, thanks to your invasion of the Soul King's Palace, it finally gets a chance to be used. LA."

In Nimeiya Wang Yue's words, there were both regrets about the past and expectations for the upcoming battle.

Before he finished speaking, Nimaiya Wangyue had turned into a shadow, and appeared in front of Aizen in an instant with his skillful instant step technique. His movements were swift and precise, and he stabbed Aizen's chest directly.

However, facing this sudden attack, Aizen seemed unusually calm, and did not even dodge.

Nimaiya Wangyue had a smile on his face, and he had expected Aizen to react like this. In his opinion, Aizen's arrogance and underestimation of the enemy were his biggest weaknesses.

Although Aizen's reaction speed was extremely fast, far beyond that of ordinary people, these advantages would be wiped out under Nimaiya Wangyue's careful layout.

Although the sheath in his hand was regarded as a failure by the outside world, the reason was that this Zanpakuto was destined to be extraordinary since its birth - it was extremely sharp and could not be contained in a sheath. In the end, it could only be wrapped in a special gel-like substance to prevent its sharpness from accidentally hurting innocent people.

As his arm swung, the sheath's blade shone with a cold light.

At this moment, the entire space seemed to be cut by this sharpness, and even the air was trembling.

Then, the knife chopped on Aizen's body, but broke in an instant.