Death: Then stood in the sky.

Kurosaki Masaki.

......

This is a desolate void, filled with yellow sand that stretches as far as the eye can see.

A dark shadow pierced the sky.

Boom!

It was like a meteorite falling to the ground, instantly creating a deep crater, with mud and sand flying everywhere, obscuring the sky.

boom!

A hand emerged from the yellow sand.

Noitra stood up and then coughed up blood.

My defenses have been breached again!

To be forced by such a level of power to pierce through the ground from the sky means that he is an Arrancar of the Adjuchas level, and also possesses the toughest and strongest steel skin among the Espada. If it were an ordinary Adjuchas, he would definitely be dead beyond any doubt.

Even so, Noitra was not having an easy time.

His vision was somewhat blurred, the blood on his forehead had stained his vision red, making it look like he was shedding tears of blood, but more than anything, he was experiencing a sharp pain in his head.

Concussion.

Shaking his head, the injury was quickly repaired thanks to his regenerative abilities.

Noitra then turned his gaze to the distance.

A man stood there, and that damned woman, Neliel, was perched on his back, watching him.

In an instant, Noitra recalled some memories she had deliberately tried to forget—the damned woman's compassionate gaze.

Pity!

Compassion for the weak!

Every time she fell to the ground, she would look at him with those eyes and then let him off the hook for provoking her.

Noitra clenched his fist tightly, and the yellow sand fell between his fingers like quicksand.

"Don't... look at me like that..."

"Nelliel!"

"Why can't you just die already? Just die, die, die, die!"

Noitra suddenly opened his mouth and pointed his tongue forward.

Golden light condensed on the tip of the tongue, and the terrifying high-energy reaction distorted vision, instantly forming a golden spherical energy body.

"Wang Xu's—Flash!"

This is a Cero that only the Espada can use. Its power is many times that of a regular Cero, and it can easily distort spacetime. Therefore, Aizen forbade its use within Las Noches.

But here, there are no such restrictions!

So, go to hell!

Die along with that woman, Neliel!

There is absolutely no one in this world who can be stronger than oneself!

"careful!"

Nilu headbutted Aoshi away, then spread her arms and used her small body to shield him.

This idiot is clearly trying to use his body to block Wang Xu's flash.

Seiji returned in a flash, pressing Nel to his chest with one hand and gripping his Zanpakuto tightly with the other, then swung the sword down.

Boom!

Noitra's lips curled into a cruel smile as he watched Wang Xu's flash explosion create a massive mushroom cloud with a mocking gaze.

The yellow sand on the ground was carbonized into layers of crystals, and more energy continued to explode, plowing the surroundings again and again.

Foolish! Trying to stop Wang Xu's Flash with swords and blades.

However......

Surely it should be dead by now, maybe even evaporated... wait, what's that?!

Noetra was taken aback.

As the thick smoke gradually dissipated, a figure remained standing in the same spot.

It's that Grim Reaper.

He held the Zanpakuto in one hand and made a slashing motion, while using his other hand to protect his body.

Wang Xu's flash was actually severed, splitting into two parts that tore through the ground and pierced to the end of the line of sight!

Noitra was truly unsettled now. He was horrified and couldn't understand it, because he had never seen anything like it before!

How to sever Wang Xu's flash?

Is it really possible to do this?

He's just a Grim Reaper, how could he be this strong?

"It seems that it's still a bit of a stretch."

Feeling the faint pain emanating from his body, Chief Sei let out a breath.

The body doesn't seem to be completely liberated, but only partially. If the intensity of the battle is too high, it will still put a burden on the body.

However, compared to the past when people were constantly on the verge of dying, things are much better now.

It's time to put meeting Kisuke Urahara on the agenda; I need the Hogyoku in Urahara's possession.

With his hand gently resting on his chest, Aoshi's gaze fell on his arm.

It was completely charred black.

Those were traces left by the aftershocks of Wang Xu's flash, but they were rapidly repaired by the power of the Hogyoku, and the power was also subtly enhanced.

It can only be said that it is indeed worthy of being called Hōgyoku, even if it is a flawed Hōgyoku full of cracks and imperfections.

"Are you injured?"

"Nilu will treat you!"

Nilu noticed the charred marks but didn't realize that the injury had already healed. With Aoji's convulsing expression, she let out a howl and swallowed Aoji's arm whole.

Nel's ability is to secrete saliva that can heal injuries.

"I absolutely cannot agree with this!"

"I am the strongest! And the strongest can only be me!"

At this moment, upon discovering that even Wang Xu's Flash of Light could not kill the enemy, Noitra went completely berserk, and golden spiritual pressure soared into the sky, transforming into its most ferocious form.

"Did you think you'd win just like that?"

"Did you think this was all the power I had?!"

"Let me show you my true colors!"

"Then I understand the gap between you and me that is called despair!"

Noitra screamed wildly:

"Return Blade!"

"Praying for the mantis to cry!"

There's really nothing I can do.

Aoshi took a deep breath and gripped his Zanpakuto tightly.

A few strands of electricity began to flicker.

Chapter 27 I will find the Lie you spoke of, and then I will kill her.

The spiritual pressure continued to run rampant.

Bathed in the golden spiritual pressure beam, Noitra's injuries were instantly healed, and his form began to subtly change.

This is the Arrancar's return to the blade, or sword release.

Most of the time, in order to conserve spiritual pressure and reduce the burden on their bodies, Arrancars seal their own power.

Releasing the Zanpakuto means breaking the seal on its power. One's spiritual pressure is significantly enhanced, physical injuries are repaired, and one's appearance returns to its original Hollow form.

"A power capable of destroying any formidable enemy!"

Noitra clenched his fist with a maniacal laugh in his eyes. He was about to return to his true form and then kill this Grim Reaper and Neliel completely!

click-

A crisp sound, like shattering glass, suddenly rang out, and Noitra seemed to sense something, his expression changing slightly.

next second.

A hand swept across as if it had pierced through the mirror, and instantly a section of space shattered.

"Noytra, you have crossed the line."

The speaker was an unusually thin and frail man with pale skin, short, choppy black hair, and empty, lifeless green eyes, just like his voice, devoid of any emotion.

He also wore a horned helmet-like mask on the left side of his head, proving that his identity was also fictitious.

"Ulquiorra?"

Aoshi, who was far away, paused in his movements, and his expression turned serious.

The moment the opponent appeared, Nel immediately burrowed into Seiji's shihaka and remained motionless, pretending to be a corpse.

"Ulquiorra, mind your own business!" Nnoitra glared at him with a ferocious look, brandishing his massive scythe. "I'm going to kill him, and..."

“I’ll say it again,” Ulquiorra said slowly in his lifeless voice, “Noytra, you’ve crossed the line.”

After saying that, Noitra seemed to suddenly remember something. He suppressed the malice in his eyes and immediately canceled his Resurrection state.

The golden beam of light shattered with a whoosh, as if it had never existed.

"I don't care what you want to do, what your purpose is, or who you want to kill."

"but......"

Ulquiorra's green eyes remained calm and still: "Go to the mortal world without permission and go into confinement for a while to calm down."

Feeling humiliated, Nnoitra's eyelids twitched, and his eyes almost spitting fire: "Ulquiorra, you bastard!!!"

"Do you have any objections to my verdict?" Ulquiorra glanced at him lightly. "You can try to resist. If you can, you can kill me."

As he spoke, his pale fingers pulled open his shirt, revealing the number 4 etched on his chest muscles.

The 4th Espada!

Noitra's gaze darkened, and he offered no further rebuttal.

This is absolutely, absolutely, absolutely not cowardice. What a joke! He's afraid?

This simply demonstrates a clear assessment of the class of both parties.

Literally speaking, he was only one level below Ulquiorra, but Nnoitra knew very well that his strength was not on the same level as Ulquiorra's, because Ulquiorra was a Vastod-class Arrancar, just like Nelliel.

Overwhelming power!

Absolute power!

The king who reigns above the virtual realm!

All of this is synonymous with the class of Vastod!

Adjuchas, on the other hand, is a world apart from it!

Thinking of this, a hint of resentment flashed in Noitra's eyes.