Both start in hell: but their talents are multiplied a hundredfold.

Above Karakura Town, two figures suddenly stopped in the moonlight.

Yoruichi Shihouin hovered in mid-air, her eyes slightly narrowed as she stared at the woman approaching on water vapor.

Heribel also stopped.

Yoruichi's image was reflected in her emerald green eyes, and her spiritual pressure began to rise uncontrollably.

Two women, one from Soul Society and the other from Hueco Mundo, stared at each other in the night sky of Karakura Town.

Yoruichi frowned; she had never seen this woman before.

But that spiritual pressure, that kind of ethereal spiritual pressure carrying the aura of the abyss, made every nerve in her body tense up.

Halibel also did not recognize the Grim Reaper opposite her.

However, the aura of death, with its strict order, caused her instincts to strongly reject it.

The Void and Death.

Two completely opposite spiritual pressures, like irreconcilable enemies, collided violently in the air.

Yoruichi spoke first, her tone tinged with wariness: "Who are you?"

Harribel did not answer; she simply stared coldly at Yoruichi, her fingers slightly clenched.

The repulsive feeling of spiritual pressure grew stronger and stronger, as if an invisible hand was stirring up the most primal hostility in her heart.

Yoruichi also sensed it; her spiritual pressure fluctuations rose higher and higher, almost making her want to transform into Shunko form immediately.

Why would a Hollow from Hueco Mundo appear in the human world?

Harribel finally spoke, her voice low and dangerous: "None of your business, Death."

"Get out of my sight."

"I'll just pretend nothing happened."

Yoruichi squinted her eyes: "Oh?"

"A mere Hollow dares to be so arrogant?"

Halibel snorted coldly, and the surrounding water vapor began to condense: "You Grim Reapers are always so self-righteous."

Yoruichi's pupils contracted slightly, the oppressive feeling emanating from the Arrancar Menace causing her fighting spirit to rise involuntarily.

Her spiritual pressure surged, even her shihaka robes rippled, revealing her alluring, slender yet curvaceous figure.

The same applies to Hribel.

Her "Queen Mermaid" sword was already drawn, its blade gleaming with a cold, watery sheen.

Two women, one a Shinigami and the other a Hollow, are complete strangers, yet they simultaneously enter a battle due to their inherently opposing spiritual pressures.

Yoruichi lowered her center of gravity, a dangerous smile playing on her lips: "It seems we have nothing to talk about."

Harribel's spiritual pressure materialized into a stream of water that swirled around her: "Just what I wanted."

Under the moonlight, the spiritual pressures of the two powerful women collided violently, and a battle that should never have happened broke out.

Above Karakura Town, Yoruichi and Harribel's battle had reached a fever pitch.

The golden afterimage of the Instant Step collided repeatedly in mid-air with the dark water vapor, each clash producing a deafening roar.

Yoruichi's kick tore through the air, and Harribel's broadsword whipped up a torrent of water; the two completely different spiritual pressures madly crushed everything around them.

However, both of them controlled the burst of spiritual pressure, and it did not affect human buildings.

"Tsk."

Yoruichi rolled over and landed on the telephone pole, straightening her shihaka outfit, but her eyes were filled with a smile.

"That guy from Hueco Mundo is pretty skilled."

Heribel hovered in mid-air, the moisture beneath her feet turning into fine droplets as she coldly looked down at Yoruichi, her chest rising and falling slightly.

"You're not bad either, Death."

Just then, a series of fires suddenly lit up the distant horizon.

Several figures were flying towards this direction at an astonishing speed, traversing the sky.

The leader was a man wearing a white fisherman's hat and green wooden clogs, holding a cane in his hand, with a lazy smile on his face.

"Oh dear, Yoruichi, why aren't you sleeping at night? You're really like a night owl, coming out of your den!"

Kisuke Urahara landed on a nearby rooftop, covering half his face with a fan, but his eyes curved into crescent moons.

"Fighting with a Hollow in Karakura Town at night, aren't you afraid the Captain-Commander will be angry?"

Yoruichi rolled her eyes: "Stop talking nonsense, what brings you here?"

"If I run a small shop in the real world, I have to keep an eye on what's happening around me."

As soon as Urahara finished speaking, several more figures landed from different directions.

Wearing a holographic mask, Shinji Hirako landed beside Urahara, his long golden hair fluttering in the night wind.

"Tsk, a Hollow of this caliber has come to the human world?"

"Could it be that a human with an exceptionally unique and immense spiritual pressure has appeared in the present world?"

The unlucky guy, Hirako Shinji, pushed his mask up to his head, revealing a face with a mocking smile.

Kensei Rokkaku and Rabu Aikawa, the spiritual pressure measurement units of the Bleach world, emerge from the darkness.

Kensei stood with his hands in his pockets, his brows furrowed, while Luo Wu carried a huge Zanpakuto on his back, a look of eager anticipation on his lips.

"With such a commotion, it seems like something big is about to happen," Quanxi sneered.

Herribel's gaze swept over the newly appeared figures, her emerald green pupils slightly contracting.

The spiritual pressure on these people is off.

The spiritual pressure fluctuations, a mixture of Hollow and Shinigami, instinctively aroused a strong sense of repulsion in her.

"A Hollowfied Shinigami..." Harribel's voice was low and dangerous.

"Hmm...so many powerful individuals?"

"Then please allow me to call upon my companions."

"This sets the stage for your downfall."

Just then, a huge black rift suddenly appeared in the space behind her.

A terrifying spiritual pressure surged forth from the crack like a tidal wave.

The first to step forward was Stark, holding a musket-shaped weapon in each hand, with a languid expression on his face.

Stark's clothes were covered with depictions of various game characters from the real world.

"Ugh, this is such a hassle."

"Herbel, you've caused such a commotion, our king will be displeased."

Closely following behind was Barragan, whose skeletal face was wreathed in black flames and whose body reeked of a nauseating stench of decay.

"Shut up, Stark."

"The king will not allow us to reveal His presence."

"I want to see what kind of Shinigami dares to attack the people of Hueco Mundo."

Then came Ulquiorra, who quietly walked out of the crypt, his face expressionless.

His green eyes were as calm as still water, but his clothes covered in anime character costumes betrayed his inner thoughts.

Grimmjow practically leaped out, grinning to reveal sharp teeth, radiating a warlike spiritual pressure.

"Hahaha! This is real! It's been so long since I've come here to smash things!"

Immediately afterwards, Nellyel leaped out of the Hollow Chamber riding her Hueco Mundo antelope mount, still looking as innocent as ever.

"Oh dear, Lady Haribel, why did you come here by yourself?"

"Have you found the king?"

"If he doesn't show up under these circumstances, is the King joking with us?"

With her arrival, the officials of Hueco Mundo also descended one after another.

Apache, Mira Rhodes, and Sunson stood behind Harribel, their spiritual pressures converging into a torrent.

On the Hueco Mundo side, the spiritual pressure of the Arrancar and Menos Grande converged, pressing down on the entire Karakura Town as if an abyss had descended.

Meanwhile, new developments have also emerged in the Soul Society.

A beam of spiritual pressure streaked across the sky, and Gin Ichimaru, with his fox-like eyes narrowed, landed on the rooftop next to Urahara.

The Shinigami are using the descent technology jointly developed by Shen Jue and Aizen to urgently descend from Soul Society to the human world.

The so-called rules governing the spiritual pressure of Shinigami in the present world had already been abolished by Shen Jue and Aizen.

"Oh my, oh my, how could we miss such a lively scene?"

Behind him followed Tosen Kaname, the blind captain wearing dark green goggles, who stood silently in the wind, his fingertips lightly resting on his Zanpakuto.

Immediately afterwards, Byakuya Kuchiki descended using Shunpo, the hilt of Senbonzakura gleaming coldly in the moonlight.

His gaze swept over the Arrancar army opposite him, his expression remaining as cold as ice.

"A Hollow from Hueco Mundo? Why is he appearing in the human world?"

His voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable questioning tone.

Kenpachi Zaraki fell directly from the sky.

When he landed, the ground exploded into a huge crater, and his signature maniacal laughter echoed through the smoke and dust.

"Hahahaha! A fight is brewing! Great!"

Yachiru perched on his shoulder, staring wide-eyed at the Arrancar opposite them.

"Little Sword, there are so many strange guys around."

"I always feel like there's something familiar about them."

Toshiro Hitsugaya was the last to arrive.

Hyōrinmaru emanated a chilling aura from his waist as he landed beside Kenpachi Zaraki, his icy blue eyes calmly surveying the entire scene.

Toshiro looks much more mature than before, and the intense spiritual pressure emanating from him indicates that he has just escaped from a high-intensity battle.

"These spiritual pressure reactions... so many top-tier Hollows?"

Kisuke Urahara pulled down the brim of his hat, his gaze sweeping over the descending spiritual pressure in the sky, and his smile deepened.

"Oh dear, this is really going too far."

Beside him, Shinji Hirako put the Hollowfication mask back on his face, his long golden hair disheveled in the night wind, his eyes behind the mask fixed on the figures that had descended from Soul Society.

"The captains of the Gotei 13?"

Hirako's voice carried an indescribable emotion, a mixture of amusement and anger.

"It's been a long time!"

Kensei Muguruma frowned even more deeply, pulling his hands out of his pockets, his knuckles cracking as he clenched them.

"Byakuya Kuchiki...tsk, it's all a bunch of old acquaintances."

Aikawa Raibu took the enormous Zanpakuto from his back, stuck it into the ground, and grinned.

"Hey, hey, hey, Hirako, isn't this the place we used to be?"

"Looking at these younger generation members standing on the other side now, it feels really awkward."

Kisuke Urahara sighed softly and tapped his cane twice on the ground.

"Everyone, please calm down."

"We seem to be a third-party faction, independent of the Grim Reapers and Hollows."

His gaze passed over the Visoreds and fell upon the surging black spiritual pressure in the distance.

"Besides, Hueco Mundo has mobilized its entire force."

Meanwhile, the captains of Soul Society also stopped in their tracks.

Gin Ichimaru narrowed his fox-like eyes, his gaze lingering on Shinji Hirako for a few seconds, his smile deepening.

"Oh my, how amazing!"

"I never expected to run into former Grim Reapers who have defected here."

"It's been a long time, former Captain Hirako."

This Shinigami, who was determined to overthrow the corrupt aristocratic system of Soul Society, couldn't understand what big move Captain Shen Jue and Captain Aizen were planning this time.

He was simply worried that if the battle were to break out, the real world would likely be affected, resulting in a large number of human casualties.

Byakuya Kuchiki's gaze swept over the Arrancar army and finally landed on Shinji Hirako.

Kenpachi Zaraki completely ignored the existence of the Visoreds.

His gaze was completely drawn to Grimmjow opposite him, and the two warlike spiritual pressures clashed fiercely in the air.

"That guy with the leopard head!"

"Looks really strong!"

Yachiru, perched on Kenpachi's shoulder, propped her head up and looked at the Arrancar opposite her, her big eyes shining.

"Little Sword, that old man over there wearing a skull mask smells awful."

"And that older brother with the gun, the one with the shirt printed on it looks like a character from a game."

Toshiro Hitsugaya stood at the very front of everyone, his icy blue eyes calmly scanning the entire scene.

His gaze lingered on Shinji Hirako for a moment, then on Kisuke Urahara for a moment, and finally settled on Harribel.

"The Arrancars of Hueco Mundo, the former captains of the Gotei 13, and the rogue Shinigami of the present world..."

"It's like they've all come together."

His tone carried a hint of excitement, and the chilling aura of Hyōrinmaru condensed into fine ice crystals around him.

Hirako Shinji pushed up his mask and let out a soft laugh.

"Captain Hitsugaya, don't look at me like that."

"We, the Visoreds, are not here to help Hueco Mundo."

His gaze swept back and forth between Harribel and Yoruichi, a cryptic smile playing on his lips.

"I originally just came to see an old acquaintance."

"But if it's a feud between you Shinigami and Hueco Mundo, we have no interest in getting involved."

Kisuke Urahara gently pressed Hirako's shoulder and whispered something.

"Something is very wrong; be prepared to leave at any time."

Hirako's body stiffened for a moment, then he chuckled and tried to calm himself down.