Reishi Subjugation—that is, the absolute enslavement of reishi.
The user can decompose, reconstruct, and strengthen their body, as well as heal injuries, using all surrounding reishi.
The amplification depends on the concentration of reishi in the environment.
Precisely.
The reishi concentration in Hueco Mundo far exceeds that of Soul Society and the Human World.
Theoretically,
As long as reishi remains, and the user does not suffer an injury that causes unconsciousness or even death, they are immortal.
This was originally an exclusive ability of the Quincy, so why is it seen on a Shinigami…
Moreover, unlike traditional Quincy, Tsugikuni Yoriichi can absorb the reishi of Hollows without being affected…
This is what is most astonishing.
The reishi of Hollows is a deadly poison for Quincy; even a slight contamination can lead to agonising pain, or even instant death.
And for someone like Tsugikuni Yoriichi to absorb reishi like this, regardless of its attribute, and utilise it…
An ordinary Quincy would have died a hundred times over…
It's incomprehensible.
Boom—the surrounding sounds gradually faded.
Listening to Szayelaporro's unwilling words and seeing his pained expression,
Yoriichi's expression shifted slightly: "reishi Subjugation…a very apt term."
"However, I'm sorry, I don't know any Quincy."
This is one of his Bankai abilities: purifying all surrounding reishi and absorbing it into himself.
This allows him to greatly enhance his defence, offence, and spiritual pressure.
It is a pure power-type ability.
Combined with ignoring the opponent's defence,
Even against opponents at the pinnacle of Shinigami or Hollows, he can easily defeat them at certain critical moments.
Szayelaporro weakly raised his head:
"Heh…you don't know any Quincy, interesting, interesting…"
"Kid…"
"I'll be waiting for you in Hell…!"
His voice regained a momentary sharpness.
At the moment he was on his last breath, a blood-stained, blackish Hell Gate suddenly appeared in the void behind him.
The bloody white bones on both sides were as striking and sinister as ever.
Boom!
The Hell Gate slowly opened, and a white sharp sword shot out like lightning, piercing Szayelaporro through in the blink of an eye.
Szayelaporro grunted.
He didn't even have time to look back; the bone-white sword blade reflected in his eyes clearly showed the pained expression on his face.
"Damn it…"
His two hands desperately clutched the sword blade, even though he knew this was Hell's judgment, to prevent the prisoner from resisting…
But facing death, he ultimately succumbed to his instinctive fear of it.
Zzz—!
His palms bled, and even with all his strength, he could only produce some sparks.
Seeing that Szayelaporro still had the strength to resist, the Hell Gate tightened its restraints.
Meanwhile, Yoriichi, relying on his recovered Raikōhō, keenly perceived all of this.
Subconsciously,
He aimed his blade at Szayelaporro.
Bang!
A reddish beam of laser erupted from the sword tip without warning, transforming into surging flames that directly enveloped Szayelaporro.
Then,
A wail was heard.
"Ah…!"
Boom!
The Hell Gate suddenly closed, and a Vasto Lorde, a being at the apex of the Three Realms, vanished without a trace.
Only faint traces of reishi lingered in the air, proving his former existence…
… …
… …
"Just now…"
Having witnessed Szayelaporro being imprisoned by Hell, Yoriichi stood still for two seconds.
He shifted his gaze from the endless silver sand sea to the Raikōhō in his hand.
…If his perception wasn't mistaken,
When the Hell Gate disappeared just now, he seemed to have received a message.
A message…that was very satisfied with him.
It originated from within the Hell Gate.
—Satisfied?
Who?
The will of Hell?
Yoriichi frowned slightly; he wasn't sure what the purpose of Hell conveying this message to him was.
But he thought it must be related to Szayelaporro.
Exhaling a turbid breath, the special attire on his body gradually dispersed like wind and sand.
His proper Shinigami attire reappeared on his body, making his powerful physique even more heroic.
Turning to look at Harribel, Yoriichi's eyes were calm, and his lips parted slightly.
Suddenly, a violent surging of the sand sea interrupted the words he was about to speak.
Rumble!
Countless grains of sand rapidly surged up like an inverted tide, forming a hundred-meter-tall white giant on the ground.
The giant's body blocked the moonlight from the sky, plunging the surroundings into darkness.
However, even in the dim light, its full appearance could be seen.
The mask on its face was exceptionally clear, its overall design resembling a Western knight, tightly clutching a flawless quartz spear in its hand…
Evidently, this was also a Hollow.
Yoriichi glanced at it.
He only heard it roar: "Damn Shinigami, you actually killed my master, unforgivable!"
"Come and die! My name is—"
Bang!
Yoriichi swung his sword along with the motion, not giving it a chance to state its name, and cut it in half with one stroke.
The invisible sword energy carved a hundreds-of-meters-long deep chasm in the ground behind it.
Its body, split in two, also crashed to the ground with a boom, raising a sky full of dust.
The quartz spear rolled, partly sinking into the ground.
The surroundings instantly quieted down.
Seeing this situation,
Yoriichi withdrew his gaze, gripping the sword hilt, intending to deal with Harribel last.
Unexpectedly, the Hollow's voice continued to resonate in his ears:
"Barbarian!"
"Interrupting a warrior's self-introduction so casually is not the act of a strong person."
"Remember, my name is—Runuganga!"
"…"
The corner of his eye reflected the sight of the Hollow rapidly rising from the ground and regaining its original form, and Yoriichi remained silent.
He let one hand hang down, and a dense reishi immediately condensed in his palm, raising it towards that direction:
"Hado Number Sixty-Three: Raikōhō."
The moment the words fell.
Sizzle—!
Golden lightning, like a thunder snake, moved through the air, distorting the surroundings.
Immediately, a grand torrent of lightning surged towards that direction, crushing everything in its path.
Boom!
As if hit by a missile, Runuganga was completely scattered.
Even the spear he had re-gripped in his palm turned into sand-like fragments.
This injury would be fatal even for a Vasto Lorde; however, in just three seconds, his enraged voice rang out again.
Along with it came a continuous earthquake, as if shaking the entire world.
"Damn Shinigami!"
"You truly infuriate me!"
"Go and be buried with my master!"
"Quicksand Pit!"
After an angry roar, the ground within a ten-thousand-meter radius, wherever there was sand, began to wriggle downwards.
Like a glutton, the suction was strong, aiming to swallow everything above.
The ground beneath Yoriichi's feet was no exception.
Whoosh.
With a slight effort, he broke free from the sand's restraint.
Yoriichi looked at Runuganga, who had regained his original form not far away; after two attacks, he had probably deduced its weakness.
Not afraid of slashing, not afraid of lightning.
Presumably,
It was afraid of water.
After a second of contemplation, his spiritual pressure surged.
"Hado Number Seventy-Five: Hyōka!"