Gremmy no longer looked at them, as if dealing with two enemies fixed at an ineffective distance was meaningless.
He looked up, his gaze passing over them, directly towards the spatial crack above Sokyoku Hill, which was still expanding.
"I've already wasted too much time playing with you." Gremmy's voice turned cold. "Since you're so eager to stop me, I'll use the most direct way to end this boring game."
He slowly raised both hands, palms facing up, as if to lift the entire sky.
"Imagine," His voice became ethereal and grand, carrying across the battlefield, "The purest purification from the other side of the starry sky, Meteor Swarm!"
Rumble rumble!
This time, it was no simple spatial distortion.
The entire Seireitei, and even the sky of Soul Society for a greater range, suddenly turned pitch black.
The next moment, a super-giant meteor, over a kilometer in diameter, as if born from the void, materialized directly above the crack of the Gates of Hell.
"Th-that is?"
"You must be joking! A meteor of this size..."
"Is he trying to wipe out the entire Sokyoku Hill along with the Gates of Hell?"
The Shinigami witnessing this were all extremely shocked.
Easily summoning a meteor of this scale was hardly any different from a god.
That super-giant meteor, carrying the terrifying force to crush continental plates, crashed down towards the Gates of Hell.
Even before the meteor completely fell, the heat enough to instantly vaporize ordinary souls had already turned the area below into a blazing inferno.
At that moment, a furious roar, like a thunderclap from the clear sky, exploded above Sokyoku Hill.
"Bastard! Just shatter obediently!" A figure jumped up to meet the meteor. It was Zaraki Kenpachi.
His tiny figure formed a sharp contrast with the giant meteor, but his seemingly ragged Zanpakuto nonetheless forcefully cleaved into the meteor's core.
Before everyone's incredulous eyes, that super-giant meteor, capable of destroying an entire region, was split in two, then shattered into countless meteorites that scattered and splashed across the land.
"Who is that? Does Aizen have such a strong subordinate?"
"He's not Aizen's subordinate. His name is Zaraki Kenpachi. He is also a follower of that great one. That Captain of the 11th Division even bestowed the title of [Kenpachi], which has always belonged to the Captain of the 11th Division, upon him!"
Some of the older Shinigami, with complex expressions, introduced to the newcomers just how powerful the 11th Division had been back then.
Zaraki Kenpachi, Azashiro Soya, Kuchiki Koga… each one was a top-tier combatant capable of fighting a thousand to one.
Later, Aizen and Yoruichi, who had defected, were also top-tier powerhouses.
They couldn't help but reflect on how prosperous Soul Society had been back then.
Under the leadership of the Captain-Commander and Captain Setsuna, that state of vigorous vitality and all things striving for development seemed still before their eyes.
'If Captain Setsuna and the 11th Division were still around, the mere Wandenreich would never have become a threat.'
Thinking of this, their hatred for the Zero Division grew.
'If it weren't for these rebels, how could the Gotei 13 have fallen so low?'
Zaraki cracked his neck. "Brat, if you don't want to get cut down by me, get lost!"
Gremmy laughed. "Heh, just because you shattered a little marble, does that make you so arrogant?"
"If you can cut one meteor, what about a thousand? Ten thousand?" Gremmy spread his arms wide, laughing as if to embrace the entire universe. "Meteor Shower: Infinite Galactic Collapse!"
The end had come.
The sky, as far as the eye could see, was filled with an endless swarm of meteors.
It was as if the Milky Way had fractured, and stars were falling.
Each meteor carried enough kinetic energy to punch through the Seireitei's defensive barrier. With so many meteors falling together, it was undoubtedly an apocalyptic natural disaster.
Light was completely swallowed. The world plunged into a burning darkness.
"You must be joking! Can a human really do this?"
"It's over. All of us are going to die here."
"So this is the end of Soul Society? How ironic."
Deep despair flooded over every member of the Gotei 13.
Faced with this kind of disaster, which transcended the concept of war, all resistance seemed laughable.
In fact, not only the Shinigami of the Gotei 13, but even the Sternritter shouted in anger.
"That madman! Is he trying to kill us all too?"
"Damn it! He's gone mad again!"
"Your Majesty, please stop him quickly!"
However, Yhwach remained unmoved. To him, all members of the Sternritter were merely expendable.
…
Meanwhile, Hell, the center of the destructive storm.
The battle between Setsuna and Omega Shenron had reached its most intense phase.
Both sides' power continued to escalate during the fierce fight. Setsuna was growing continuously, Omega Shenron was constantly reviving.
Each of their collisions caused large swaths of Hell's space to completely annihilate, returning to nothingness.
"Perhaps your growth truly has no limit, but you cannot maintain this growth rate every moment. Meanwhile, I am constantly reviving, constantly reclaiming the power of my peak..."
Omega Shenron said confidently, "Your fate is already sealed!"
Setsuna simply smiled calmly. "I know everything about you, but you only know the surface of me. From the moment you appeared, your fate had already been planned by me."
Omega Shenron frowned. This tone of the other party annoyed him, but he also felt an inexplicable unease.
He did find it strange. Logically speaking, the universe he was in had already been destroyed by him, so why did the other party seem to know of his existence as if long before?
Just then, a giant door appeared in Hell.
From within the door came voices, seeming to be calling Setsuna's name.
Hearing those calls, Setsuna did not hesitate to split off one percent of his power, condensing it into a clone, and cast it into the world beyond the door.
Seeing this, Omega Shenron loudly mocked, "Are you joking with me? In a life-and-death struggle at our level, you actually dare to split off power to save that weak world outside?"
"I never expected the host I chose to be a saint, sacrificing himself for others. Tch, what a noble sentiment."
Facing Omega Shenron's mockery, Setsuna simply smiled slightly. "Sometimes, what determines the final outcome of a war is often found in those easily overlooked corners."
"A well-placed 'variable' might just be enough to lever the balance of the entire battle."
"Variable?" A flicker of doubt passed through Omega Shenron's crimson pupils, and an inexplicable unease rose in his heart.
'Could it be that outside of Hell, in that world, there exists some kind of power that can threaten me, or help him suppress me?'
Omega Shenron couldn't help but suspect. After all, Setsuna's understanding of this world far exceeded his own.
'No, I have to go take a look too. Anyway, I'm sure to win the fight here.' Thinking this, Omega Shenron also split off one percent of his power and followed.