Both start in hell: but their talents are multiplied a hundredfold.

Shen Jue released the suppression of spiritual pressure, and the dark yellow hellish power regained its vitality, surging wildly in front of the tip of his spear, but it could not advance even an inch.

The power of hell and the tip of the spear were separated by only a thin veil of light, yet it felt like an entire world was between them.

"When the Human Game begins, I can bestow various effects upon both parties."

"Those effects are actually temporary rules that I wrote into this world at the cost of my own spiritual pressure."

Shen Jue took a step forward.

The dividing line beneath his feet advanced forward, and the golden light swept across the white ground, turning it to dust and revealing the earth beneath, composed of spiritual particles.

"And Bankai: Heaven and Earth can permanently etch the rules I wrote into this space."

His gaze swept over Yhwach's stiff body, and his voice carried a hint of pity.

"Compared to the Spirit King's omniscience and omnipotence, my human games seem even more terrifying..."

Goodbye, Yhwach.

Shen Jue's spear tip trembled slightly.

"Enjoy your defeat and return to the River of Oblivion."

The thin curtain of light suddenly expanded, like a transparent wall, and pushed towards Yhwach.

The dark yellow hellish power, upon contact with the light barrier, reacted like boiling water meeting ice, emitting a mournful hiss.

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The dark yellow energy began to peel away.

From the crack in Yhwach's skull, the eroded right half of his face.

The dark yellow hellish power was forcibly pulled out.

"No!"

Yhwach finally spoke, the sound squeezing out from his shattered skull, filled with extreme pain and resentment.

"My power! My pact with hell!"

Shen Jue thrust his spear forward, the tip plunging into the dark yellow energy as if into a clump of sticky swamp.

He twisted his wrist.

The spear was drawn, with a wisp of dark yellow light wrapped around its tip.

Shen Jue held the wisp of light up in front of him and examined it closely.

"As long as you step into my spiritual pressure range, I can arbitrarily strip away and imbue things with rules."

"Even the power of hell is no different from roadside weeds to me."

Yhwach's body suddenly relaxed.

In Yhwach's one intact eye, his soul and consciousness were collapsing.

Shen Jue withdrew from the game in the human world, and the spiritual light on the gun gradually faded.

He turned his back to the dying Yhwach.

"Aizen, I'm leaving him to you."

Aizen smiled slightly and stepped forward.

"As you wish, Captain Shen Jue."

The Mirror Flower Water Moon was drawn again, its blade tracing a graceful arc in the white space.

Yhwach remained frozen in place, motionless.

Yamamoto stood leaning on his sword, a complex expression once again appearing on his aged face.

Yoruichi lowered her voice and said to Harribel, "Hey! Woman!"

"Don't you feel any sense of crisis?"

"Shen Jue's Zanpakuto is even more unreasonable than I imagined."

Heribel nodded slightly, her eyes reflecting Shen Jue's back.

"I believe the king's power is far more than this."

The white space began to tremble, the cracks in the dome continued to widen, and spiritual particles fell like snowflakes.

Yhwach's body gradually dissipated in the illusory flashes of the blade, and the final expression on his half-intact face was neither fear nor anger.

It's bewilderment.

He never understood where he went wrong until his death.

Why is Shen Jue so unreasonable?

It's too ridiculous.

Shen Jue stood before the shattered throne, the games of the mortal realm transformed into swords sheathed, and the spiritual light completely dissipated.

Beyond the White Throne, the Quincy of the Wandenreich continue their battle.

The sounds of spirit arrows piercing the air, the metallic clang of Zanpakuto clashing, and the booming of Cero intertwined to create a chaotic symphony of the battlefield.

With bloodshot eyes and roaring, the members of the Sternritter burned their spiritual pressure to the limit, fighting to the death with the captains of the Gotei 13, the Arrancar, and the Hollowfied Shinigami.

They didn't know what had happened between the thrones; all they knew was that the fight had to continue.

Inside the throne room, Shen Jue turned around, his gaze seemingly piercing through layers of walls, and saw the Quincy still struggling outside.

His expression remained completely unchanged.

"He's still alive."

He said it softly.

Yamamoto frowned and said in a deep voice, "They need support. I will set off immediately."

"No need."

Shen Jue raised his right hand, palm facing up.

The Human Game had been drawn again at some point, its rusty red blade slowly spinning in his palm.

The fine lines on the blade lit up again, transforming back into the shape of a spear.

"Commander-in-Chief, you taught me this."

He turned his head to look at Yamamoto, a half-smile playing on his lips.

"When dealing with enemies, we must eliminate them completely."

Yamamoto remained silent.

Shen Jue turned back to face the battlefield outside the throne, and spiritual pressure surged from his body like a tide.

The overwhelming spiritual pressure, like a flood bursting its banks, spread throughout the entire invisible empire.

Wherever it passed, the air stagnated, and the spirits knelt in submission.

Every Quincy in the Sternritter stopped what they were doing at the same instant.

Their fingers froze on the bowstring, their feet rooted to the spot.

Fear, a fear that surged from the depths of their souls, enveloped them.

"The Quincy."

Shen Jue's voice rang out, clearly reaching the ears of every Quincy.

"Let it perish in the glory of the past."

That was Shen Jue's voice—calm, casual, and even a little polite.

But the moment those words were spoken, every member of the Sternritter froze in place.

They looked down at their hands.

Black ash appeared.

Starting from their fingertips, their bodies are turning into black ash.

The ashes spread silently, from fingertips to chest, as if time were accelerating, a thousand years had passed, and they collapsed into dust in an instant.

With no room to struggle, they simply turned to ashes quietly and slowly.

The Sternritter were destroyed.

The captains of the Gotei 13 stood there, dumbfounded.

Kenpachi Zaraki's hand, which was gripping Zangetsu, froze in mid-air. He had just been exchanging blows with a Quincy, and the next second the Quincy turned to ashes right in front of him.

His eyes first showed confusion, then extreme displeasure.

"Hey! What's going on?! I haven't cut enough yet!"

Kyoraku Shunsui adjusted his straw hat and squinted as he looked towards the area between the thrones.

"Yay ya yeah..."

He sighed, but a helpless smile appeared on his lips.

"This spiritual pressure...it must be Brother Shen Jue?"

"He's truly shrouded in mystery, impossible to see through."

Jushiro Ukitake stood beside him, coughed, and a bitter smile appeared on his pale face.

"The remaining Quincy were all wiped out in one blow."

"This power can no longer be called the Grim Reaper."

Meanwhile, Ichigo Kurosaki and Isshin Kurosaki, who were fighting together, were equally bewildered, not knowing what had happened.

Inside the throne room, Shen Jue withdrew his right hand.

The game of life transformed back into swords, which slowly returned to their sheaths. The light on the blades gradually dimmed, eventually restoring their rusty appearance.

He exhaled, as if completing a transitional animation.

"alright."

He turned around and faced his four companions behind him.

"It's quiet outside."

Yoruichi's lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but she found herself at a loss for words.

Herribel's eyes reflected Shen Jue's figure, and her gaze became even more resolute.

Aizen stood in the corner, his Kyoka Suigetsu already sheathed.

He tilted his head, as if savoring something amusing, and couldn't suppress the smile on his lips.

"It's time to go to the Spirit King's Palace," Shen Jue nodded and smiled.

Captain-Commander Yamamoto's relieved smile froze instantly.