Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

The unrestrained, violent spiritual pressure erupted like a volcano.

The roaring, crushing torrent swept across the desert with a breathtaking force.

Amidst the astonished gazes that arrived belatedly from behind—

The brutal devastation had begun!

Chapter 204 What is the meaning of life?

"Hey, Helibel, the enemy you're talking about isn't some kind of monster, is it?"

Neutra stood rooted to the spot, staring blankly at the figure being repeatedly thrown about in the distant desert, a hint of horror flashing in his narrow pupils.

Although he had never dealt with Grimmjow, as a fellow Hollow, he could still sense the threat from his scent.

In Neutra's view, although this cheetah was also an Adjuchas, it was far more dangerous than any Adjuchas he had ever seen before.

Or rather, they're not even on the same level.

Even if he were to face off against him, there's no guarantee he could defeat him.

The best outcome would be a lose-lose situation.

Yet this very being was like a tattered doll in the hands of Death.

Grabbing one of its front legs, it repeatedly slammed it down, creating deep craters in the ground.

This fighting style is outrageous, is that guy really the Grim Reaper?

A flicker of panic flashed in her emerald green eyes, but Harribel quickly suppressed it, and her calm voice rang out, though to others it sounded somewhat forceful:

"Grimmjow only fell into a disadvantageous position due to a moment of carelessness."

"The other side only had one person, while we had a total of eight people."

"The advantage is in my hands!"

Upon hearing Halibel's words, a flash of instinctive disgust crossed Neutra's eyes.

Although he was also very warlike, he rarely engaged in direct combat with his enemies like Grimmjow did.

In Neutra's view, victory by any means necessary was what should be pursued.

Similarly, he strongly dislikes female Hollows having a higher status than himself in the team, just like now.

Fortunately, at this moment, Neutra was still able to distinguish between the urgency and importance of things, and had no intention of fighting amongst themselves.

"Let's save Grimmjow first."

The enormous, caterpillar-like creature emitted a deep, rumbling sound, and a mocking smile appeared on its face, which was covered by a half-bone mask:

"That guy looks like he's about to die."

scoff!

The ground beneath Naraku's feet suddenly exploded, and the azure claw phantoms plowed several furrows in the desert, the aftershocks visible to the naked eye, spreading outwards.

Even though he was covered in wounds, Grimmjow still did not give up the fight.

On the contrary, his fighting spirit burned fiercely like flames in his eyes.

"Little cat, willpower alone cannot bridge the gap between us. This is not a comic book world, and you don't have any inner power to unleash."

Naraku raised his right hand and clenched it tightly. With a "pop," the air suddenly exploded, sending ripples outwards in concentric circles.

The fist, as big as a sandbag, instantly crackled with golden lightning.

Grimmjow shook his head, which had been dazed from the fall, and forced himself to regain his senses. Without any hesitation, he opened his blood-red maw, and countless spiritual particles condensed within it.

The nearby desert suddenly darkened, and the air was stirred by the violent spiritual pressure, forming a visible vortex from which piercing sounds like shattering glass could be heard from time to time.

Cero!

As one of the best among the Adjuchas, Grimmjow's Cero is far more powerful than that of a Hollow of the same level, and is even comparable to that of Vasto Lorde.

When claws are no longer effective at harming the opponent, they become the last resort.

boom--!

A powerful beam of illusory light burst forth, and the silver sand beneath the crescent moon churned as if boiling. Amidst the roar of the friction of light, intense heat surged forth, turning countless grains of sand into nothingness.

Facing Grimmjow's trump card, Naraku showed no fear, but instead grinned and threw a straight punch forward.

One bone!

And so, silence came.

For a fleeting moment, the rolling withered grass, the roaring aftershocks, the bursts of spiritual pressure, the scattered silver sand, the flowing wind, and the surging desert all came to a standstill.

It was as if the world had been put on pause.

The next instant, a crack appeared on the pillar of Cero, extending straight forward, instantly crossing the dazzling light until it covered the entire Cero.

Extreme destruction descended directly.

Amidst the violent vibrations of the air, a series of cracking sounds, like thunder, reached Grimmjow's ears, and under his astonished gaze—

The once-proud Cero shattered suddenly, like glass being trampled by a tremendous force.

"Your purity is too low."

After annihilating the Cero with a single punch, Naraku activated Sora no Toki, and in a flash, he appeared in front of Grimmjow, reaching out and placing his hand on the massive head without a word.

Grimmjow tried to resist and struggled desperately.

The muscles in his arms rippled like water, his power concentrated and bursting forth!

An irresistible force suddenly struck, and the sound of bones shattering was especially clear in the vast desert.

The head pulled on the neck, and the neck pulled the body downwards.

Rings of air surged outwards from Grimmjow, causing the desert to collapse relentlessly.

By the time the other Hollows arrived at the battlefield after exhausting all their strength, the battle between Naraku and Grimmjow had already ended.

In the dust, a white cheetah lay in a deep pit. Apart from the occasional twitch of its hind legs due to nerve reflexes, which proved that it was still alive, there was not a single intact spot on its body.

Raising his head, a red light flashed in his eyes, and his cold gaze swept over the Void beings who had stormed into the battlefield. Nairoku grinned, white breath escaping from between his teeth, revealing a ferocious and savage smile:

"Since you dare to invade Hueco Mundo, you must be prepared to pay the price."

"Losers, just stay here and serve as Star Fury Force!"

The moment the words left her lips, Herribel's pupils contracted sharply, and the figure standing amidst the charred remains vanished abruptly.

The next instant, thunder roared.

Accompanied by a sweeping shockwave, a straight bolt of lightning lashed the desert, leaving a dark scorch mark.

In an instant, spanning a hundred meters, Naraku descended from the sky and plunged into the void.

Facing those astonished gazes, Naraku opened his mouth and took a deep breath.

In an instant, a burst of chaotic lightning erupted, converging into a torrent of light mixed with thunder, sweeping across the entire battlefield.

Wherever it passed, the desert was shattered, and deep, scorched ravines were carved out.

Due to its enormous size, the mantis-shaped Nnoitra was caught in the crossfire, letting out a deafening scream of pain, and its body was instantly charred black.

A terrifying shockwave spread outwards like ripples.

Seeing that the situation was spiraling out of control, Heribel immediately activated her spinning technique, her agile figure flashing and her slender shark tail swaying behind her.

A thick, heavy bone sword appeared directly above Naraku and slashed down without hesitation.

The air was spread out on both sides of the bone sword, as if it had been cut off.

As one of the few Vasto Lordes in Hueco Mundo, Harribel is quite powerful.

"Trident of Mist!"

A large amount of mist sprayed out from the bone sword, but it was compressed to both ends of the sword in an instant. With a swing, it was transformed into sword pressure and shot out.

The attack blends into the air, making it difficult to detect with the naked eye, while simultaneously causing the temperature of the surrounding air to rise sharply.

scoff-

A thick fog suddenly spread out.

Seeing that her attack had hit its mark, Heribel breathed a sigh of relief, her tense nerves relaxing a bit.

Her attack was incredibly powerful; even a Hollow of the same level might not be able to withstand it. A direct hit on that Shinigami, even if he didn't die…

A fierce wind rose from the ground, instantly extinguishing the surrounding mist, and a chilling figure slowly stepped out.

Under Harribel's surprise attack, the haori turned to ashes, and even the shihaka armor became tattered due to the corrosive effect of the dense fog, revealing her perfect body.

Lines resembling flowing magma appeared on Naraku's skin, with the Kido Spiritual Pressure outlining golden-red marks, arcs of electricity leaping, and the surrounding atmosphere occasionally erupting with ear-piercing shrieks.

Instantaneous Roar - Fiery Thunder Hell!

Heribel was surprised to find that her powerful attack had not left a single scratch on her opponent.

Is this really Death?

Why does it feel like there's a sense of fratricide?

If Naraku Sora hadn't lacked any Hollow characteristics, Harribel might have mistaken him for a Vasto Lorde with a very high level of evolution.

Normally, the Grim Reaper should be a being that moves with agility and uses unpredictable techniques.

But this guy showed absolutely no similar performance, relying solely on his impenetrable defense and suffocating strength to crush them.

So strong it's despair-inducing.

"Lady Harribel."

Sunsun shook her snake tail uneasily, trying to persuade Helibel to abandon this mission.

Judging solely from her performance, she saw not a shred of hope for victory.

"It's too late to run away now."

"You guys provide remote Cero support, I'll take charge of the front lines. With our superior numbers, as long as we exhaust the enemy's stamina, victory will ultimately be ours."

"For Hueco Mundo."