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In reality, Asuka suddenly opened his eyes.
His eyes were bloodshot. The originally transparent Fullbring light membrane shattered the moment he opened his eyes, unable to withstand the pressure, and dissipated into countless crystalline fragments.
The old man's Fullbring had not been completed as perfectly as expected.
Asuka could feel a highly uncomfortable power surging within his body.
"Is it the influence of these patterns..."
Due to absorbing a massive amount of twisted power, the membrane that was supposed to conceal him had actually solidified on the surface of Asuka's skin into a special existence resembling black patterns.
His Spiritual Pressure was deeply locked within his body by these 'patterns'.
Viewed through Spiritual Sight, Asuka looked like an ordinary person with absolutely no Spiritual Pressure.
He was an existence even more void than an ordinary person, like a lifeless stone or a wisp of breeze devoid of any threat.
"This feeling..." Asuka clenched his fist, feeling his knuckles pop crisply. "Forget it, I'll deal with the rest later."
Inside the mansion, the black-robed old man had already passed out from physical exhaustion.
Asuka bowed slightly toward his unconscious body in apology, then immediately rushed outside to check on the clearly abnormal situation outdoors.
Kisuke Urahara was floating in the air with a grim expression, holding Benihime in his hand.
The crimson ribbon danced wildly in the malice-filled wind.
More and more mutated Hollows, attracted by the abnormal Spiritual Pressure, were slowly squirming out of the shadows.
"It seems old man Matou's Fullbring was a success." Urahara shattered a mutated Hollow with a single strike, turning around only to notice Asuka's presence. "However, Asuka... these 'guests' don't seem to plan on giving us any time to catch our breath."
Roar--!!
Accompanied by an ear-piercing screech, several more mutated Hollows suddenly leaped down.
"Nugata!"
Asuka shouted in a low voice, releasing the cloth-wrapped Zanpakuto on his back as the ground beneath his feet instantly cracked.
In the blink of an eye, he had already appeared above the head of a mutated Hollow.
Swish--!!
An unadorned horizontal slash.
The movement was clean and crisp, without the slightest unnecessary waver, accurately cutting into the mutated Hollow's neck covered in bone armor.
However, the sensation of the blade entering the flesh was exceptionally bizarre.
It didn't feel like cutting into a spiritual body or physical flesh, but rather like slicing into a mass of highly resilient sludge.
The Hollow let out a pained wail as black slime gushed from the wound, forming tentacles that attempted to forcefully stitch the injury back together.
"Are you Muzan?" Asuka scoffed coldly, using the momentum of the horizontal slash to deliver an upward strike surging with Spiritual Pressure!
Boom--!!
The powerful physical strength combined with the explosive Spiritual Pressure slash directly blasted the twisted body into pieces.
The next moment, those slime-mixed remnants were completely devoured by Nugata's Spiritual Pressure.
In his inner world, the white wolf let out an unbearable retching sound.
'What's going on? Even Nugata can't stand this stuff?' Asuka furrowed his brows tightly.
Kisuke Urahara's figure flickered in and out of the Hollow horde, the Benihime in his hand drawing elegant blood-red arcs like a conductor's baton.
Several red nets of light intertwined in midair, locking three hideous mutated Hollows within.
"These guys aren't ordinary Hollows. They have merged with the mutated energy here and possess extremely strong regenerative abilities." He used Benihime's explosions and high-level Kido to inefficiently clear out these troublesome creatures.
"If we don't sever their connection to this place, our stamina will be drained sooner or later."
Urahara landed beside Asuka, looking deeply at the Hollow horde.
Asuka slowly raised his head, casting his gaze toward the sky shrouded in black clouds.
In his transparent Spiritual Sight, the back of every mutated Hollow was faintly connected to an extremely thin, dark red thread invisible to the naked eye.
These densely packed threads eventually converged together, pointing toward the higher, more profound heavens.
"Up there," Asuka said in a low voice, pointing Nugata toward the sky. "Behind those clouds, there is a massive magic circle. It's alive..."
"A magic circle?" Urahara also looked toward the sky.
Aside from a suffocatingly oppressive feeling, his eyes could only see swirling clouds formed by the abnormal Spiritual Pressure.
"...Although I don't know how you discovered it, Asuka, your intuition should be the answer."
Urahara pulled down the brim of his hat, his expression becoming unprecedentedly solemn. "If we can't stop it, or at least interfere with the operation of that magic circle, these Hollows will keep coming like an endless tide until they submerge this place."
"What a terrifying Spiritual Disaster... Is the Seireitei still not sending anyone?" He shook his head somewhat helplessly.
Asuka gripped his sword tightly. "Even though I can see it, it's high up in the sky. I can't reach it."
Hearing this, Urahara swung his sword again to trap a few Hollows before leaping up and floating high in the air.
He searched around, eventually setting his sights on a landmark building in the distance of the city.
"Since we can't reach it, let's go find a fulcrum that can touch it." He pointed to the arch of the Fuyuki City Bridge in the distance. "That is not only the intersection of this city's ley lines but also the highest point of this land."
"Let's go. If we delay any longer, I really don't know what Fuyuki City will turn into."
Kisuke Urahara's figure flashed, and Benihime erupted with an intense red glow once more.
Several crimson Reishi bullets exploded violently, forcefully tearing open a gap in the dense Hollow horde.
Asuka didn't hesitate in the slightest. Stomping his foot, he charged out through that gap.
By now, the streets of Fuyuki City were already in utter chaos.
The originally bright neon lights flickered erratically under the erosion of malice, emitting harsh electrical crackles.
On both sides of the street, vehicles and buildings corroded by black slime could be seen everywhere, while most ordinary people had no idea what was happening.
As they approached the bridge, the density of the mutated Hollows continued to increase.
"Get lost!"
Asuka roared angrily.
A mutated Hollow climbing between buildings like a spider attempted a sneak attack from the side, but was blasted straight into the wall by Asuka's clean and crisp whip kick.
He didn't stop his pace. Tangling with these things was meaningless; he had to find a way to deal with the source.
However, he also noticed a peculiar situation.
Whenever he used Nugata to sever the invisible red threads extending from the mutated Hollows to the sky, even if their masks weren't shattered, it would cause them to collapse instantly.
Like puppets that had lost their power source, they temporarily lost their ability to attack.
"How did you do that?" Urahara, who couldn't see the red threads, naturally didn't understand and asked curiously.
"There's a connection between them and that magic circle. Severing it does the trick."
"Truly remarkable... This feeling of severing karma, you shouldn't casually let those stubborn old fools in the Soul Society see it, otherwise they'll treat you as an anomaly even more dangerous than Hollows."
"We'll talk about that later!" Asuka leaped forcefully off a utility pole.
His line of sight crossed numerous obstacles, and he could already see the magnificent steel arch bridge spanning Miyama Town and Shinto ahead.
However, an unimaginable scene appeared before his eyes.
At the entrance of the bridge, dozens of Soul Reapers wearing Shihakusho were huddled back-to-back in a defensive formation.
Looking past the vast crowd, Asuka spotted that person at a glance.
His pupils shrank to pinpricks. Nugata, assuming they were going all out due to his sudden, fierce grip, directly activated the Crimson Red Blade.
"Shinobu! Why are you here!"
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