Since Hisugaya Toshiro had just been defeated, the strength of this group should not be underestimated.
After Uozhihualie vanished from the spot, she began selecting a remote target.
"Sixty-Two Hundred-Step Railings."
"Sixty-Three-Step Dao: Locking and Confining."
"Thirty-One Broken Road · Red Cannon."
Three kinds of ghost combat techniques were used by her in quick succession — the speed was so overwhelming that Matsumoto Ranju was left stunned. Her strength could be that terrifying. Three types of ghosts, no pause, like an instant!
This goes to show: the quieter a woman is, the crazier she becomes in a fight.
"Ghost Dao? Heh... fall down in front of the power of God!"
The priest said lightly.
One punch shattered the two controlling ghost roads. Break through ten thousand laws with a single force. As for the Red Cannon, it was deflected directly by a believer.
Did they really think they were stinky fish and shrimp? They had to understand — as believers of the gods, they train hard every day. Even after finishing their meditation practice, they use their consciousness to train in the void tower of the meditation space, fighting countless monsters. Otherwise, how could they possess such terrifying strength?
In an instant, ten believers appeared near Uozhihualie and all of them charged at the famed death god.
"No — their speed is unusual!"
Almost in that same instant, Matsumoto Ranju discovered the horror of the religion's believers.
The battle started immediately.
However, ordinary believers were still ordinary believers after all. Facing Matsumoto Ranju, though she could remain undefeated, completely defeating her was another matter entirely.
In a moment, that group retreated. Another group stepped up to fight.
Matsumoto Ranju saw the scene, her heart shocked and furious. This group was using Captain Uozhihualie as a live hand-practiceer. The power of the gods was too terrifying. No — she needed to report to headquarters.
She turned around to leave, but then saw a familiar face.
"Why are you here, Hina Sentao? Run! This is not something we can intervene in. Let's inform more—"
"People!..."
Matsumoto Ranju reached out toward the little girl, trying to pull her away from this terrible place. But she didn't expect to feel fingers grip her own.
"You... cough..."
Matsumoto Ranju was no fool. She realized something was wrong in an instant — no sooner had she spoken than she was knocked to the ground with an elbow by Hina Mori, her words turning into a dry cough.
Looking into Hina Moritao's strange eyes, Matsumoto Ranju's heart went cold. Had the Eternal Religion already infiltrated the System of Death? They were developing too fast. Am I... am I going to die?
"Is it surprising that someone small like me can beat you? The answer is actually very simple — as long as you believe in the gods, you can obtain this power. I think it's hard for your limited wisdom to comprehend the greatness of God. And that woman over there can't come to save you. Even if the fight begins, she won't be able to deal with me unless Old Man Yamamoto himself comes in person — in which case, everyone is dead!"
Golden flames appeared in her hand, then she slashed them toward the sky.
*Boom.*
A violent explosion rang out. The figure in the smoke saw Hina Sentao's silhouette and couldn't help but exclaim: "Xiaotao! How could it be you..."
Hisugaya Toushiro was stunned. He never would have thought that a childhood sweetheart was actually a member of the religious sect — and that her strength had become even more terrifying than his own. He had already activated his Banken, but the technique was shattered by the opponent's casual attack. There was absolutely no way Feimei could counter her Zanpakutō. And Feimei wouldn't have golden flames.
"Xiaobai, Seireitei shouldn't exist. Forgetting the existence of the gods is a great sin... So, don't struggle. There is no water element nearby for you to use. My current flame is even stronger than Captain Yamamoto's. He just arbitrarily enjoys the power that talent brings. But I can control divine fire perfectly."
Hinamori's eyes were cold, and she made no secret of her mockery toward Captain Yamamoto. Wasn't it just that he happened to obtain the oldest fire-type Zanpakutō? What was there to show off? A waste who couldn't even control his own power. Every time he used the Zanpakutō, he worried about evaporating the water in the Death God Realm. Was he not the trash among trash? If you gave Old Man Yamamoto a handful of plum blossoms, could he still have obtained his current strength? Don't make jokes — if it were that easy, he would have been killed in seconds.
The Zanpakutō in Hina Sentao's hand now bore no name because Feimei was far too lazy to bother. It could change form at will now. Even Hina Mori couldn't judge the true intensity of the flame. But one thing was certain: that power was stronger than anything in this world. The power of God transcended everything.
Hisugaya Toshiro kept pressing his Zanpakutō forward, but as the other party had said, he couldn't find any water. All of it was cut off. His own power had been nullified.
A puff. He fell to the ground, and the Zanpakutō in his hand returned to its original form.
"Little Tao! What the hell happened to you? This is definitely not you..."
"Why not me? Because this power has surpassed your imagination. You stubbornly insist that I've been brainwashed, or that I've been transformed by some grand deception? Save it — you are too outdated. If you forget the existence of God, you naturally don't understand the greatness of God. Since we are childhood sweethearts, I sincerely invite you — do you want to come to the gods?"
Young Sentao extended her small hand and looked at her friend with a smile on her face. She really hoped the other party would join the cult.
But it was rejected.
Hisugaya Toshiro shook his head and said, "No... this kind of power is definitely not from a god. It must be an aftereffect — making people advance by leaps and bounds in just a few days. You will regret it..."
Hearing his words, Hina Sentao's expression dimmed.