Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

Feeling the spiritual pressure rise even higher, Naraku Sora suddenly realized that the first-class spiritual power seemed to be within reach.

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Grimmjow is in great pain lately.

The dual torment of his body and mind caused him unbearable suffering.

Last time, they gathered the power of several powerful Hollows and challenged Las Noches, aiming to reclaim the land that rightfully belonged to the Hollows.

In order to challenge the strong, he charged forward first.

Then there is no more then.

That Grim Reaper named Naraku Sora was so powerful that even the Hollow couldn't inflict the slightest damage on him, despite Naraku Sora's best efforts.

The gap between them was even greater than that between him and Kylian.

But this is not the root of his suffering.

Naraku Sora, the new king of Hueco Mundo, did not restrict his freedom. Instead, he took the initiative to invite him to fight during his free time.

Grimmjow would naturally not refuse.

So, after a series of exhilarating battles, his mind became confused.

If he leaves Hueco Mundo, will he still be able to enjoy this kind of exhilarating and intense battle?

and.

Multiple intense battles have caused his previously stagnant evolutionary progress to begin to slowly increase, and the end of his Hollow evolution no longer seems so far away.

On one side is freedom, on the other is fun.

This is not a choice he can make on his own!

Just then, a familiar spiritual pressure entered Grimmjow's senses. Turning his head, he saw the sky shattered, cracked with chaotic fissures.

Naraku Sora forcibly tore open the black cavity and stepped out of the severance. He didn't say anything, but just glanced at the white leopard lying on the ground waiting.

Then, as if he had received some kind of secret signal, Grimmjow instinctively stood up and walked enthusiastically toward the desert outside Las Noches.

However, as soon as they took that first step, they regretted it immediately.

Grimmjow, you are destined to become a Vasto Lorde, how can you waste your precious time in a place like this?

Even if we leave the Palace of Emptiness, does that mean we can't find any strong opponents to challenge us?

Naraku Sora turned his head curiously: "Are you scared?"

Upon hearing these provocative words, Grimmjow's anger flared up instantly; the word "fear" did not exist in his dictionary.

"Today is your death day, Death!"

Chapter 223 is truly something to be envied!

"Leopard King's Claw!"

A dazzling blue light extended and burst forth from the claws, causing the air to rip with a sharp, tearing sound. A fierce feeling swept over, as if it were about to tear apart the surrounding space.

Grimmjow activated the Thunderclap, its deep sound echoing across the desert like a battle horn being sounded.

The two figures sprang up almost simultaneously, their forms merging into the swirling white sand, engaging in a fierce collision that resembled a grand symphony.

Grimmjow felt his heart pounding wildly, the surging spiritual pressure rushing forth in the collision, as if turning into a scorching hot iron, burning his blood into molten lava, pulsating and flowing wildly in his veins.

If the first battle was a crushing defeat, then every battle he fought after choosing to stay in Las Noches has been a close contest of equal strength.

Whenever he made progress, Naraku's strength would rise accordingly, steadily suppressing him.

Such a battle neither leaves one feeling powerless and without any hope of victory, nor is it so weak that one cannot enjoy the pure pleasure of combat.

It's so captivating that you can't help but become engrossed in it!

With skills honed through countless hunts, Grimmjow infused his instincts into combat, extending them to every single attack.

A pair of sharp eyes were fixed on the figure in front of him that was constantly bursting with astonishing speed. His consciousness was more active than ever before, clearly remembering the subtle changes in every battle and weaving them into the instincts deep within his body.

Even Grimmjow was unaware that his spiritual pressure was slowly rising at a steady pace.

Immediately afterwards, a deafening roar suddenly erupted from the battlefield.

The silent desert suddenly trembled, as if awakening from a deep slumber.

The leopard king's claws tore through the air, instantly producing a sharp sound that pierced the eardrums of the Adjuchas who had somehow found themselves standing on the edge watching.

It's like the friction between sheet metal and glass, causing fine goosebumps.

Naraku Sora raised his eyebrows as he watched the streamlined figure flying towards him, and raised his arm to block, with a loud clang of metal clashing.

Sparks flew everywhere, and frenzied shouts echoed across the battlefield.

As Grimmjow's spiritual pressure erupted, the desolate silver sands, amidst the surging aftershocks, were ripped open with jagged ravines, resembling abysses.

The affected area is constantly expanding.

The Adjuchas watching were glued to the screen, afraid of missing a single detail.

Although they were both Adjuchas, Grimmjow was far more powerful than them; they were not even on the same level.

If Narakuku were replaced by them, they would have been torn to shreds by the dazzling claws of the Leopard King in the very first round.

As the battle intensified, Naraku suddenly noticed that Grimmjow's spiritual pressure was slowly increasing, and his size was also constantly growing.

A tyrannical aura emanated from his streamlined body.

His eyes were bloodshot, he was in excellent condition, his hands were itching, and he longed to fight.

The mere sensation of this emanating aura sent shivers down the spines of the Adjuchas, as if they were facing a superior being of higher standing.

"Is Grimmjow going to evolve into a Vasto Lorde?"

"This guy evolves just by getting beaten up every day? Does he have some kind of weird fetish?"

"It's hard to say, but I think it might be that the king's fist has some kind of magical power."

"I'm so envious. I wish I could be beaten up by the King."

The Adjuchas of Hueco Mundo no longer reject Naraku, who is a god of death.

In fact, they are the purest of all beings.

In the eyes of the Hollows, the law of the jungle has always been the fundamental principle of Hueco Mundo.

Whether you're a Shinigami or a Hollow, as long as you're strong enough, you're worth their unwavering devotion.

Moreover, in the eyes of many Adjuchas, Naraku is actually more like a Hollow disguised as a Shinigami.

In terms of sheer presence, he is even more terrifying than Szayelaporro, who has achieved Arrancar status.

"Prepare to die, Narakuku!"

Grimmjow roared excitedly, and the cheetah charged forward, streaking across the sky like a streak of light. The cheetah king's claws swung down, unleashing a curtain of azure light.

However, before the attack could land, the figure in front of him suddenly disappeared. The moment the attack missed, a premonition of death pierced his entire body like needles.

What about people? !

Grimmjow's pupils contracted sharply as he unleashed his detection circuits to their limit, searching for Naraku's whereabouts.

The next second, an indescribable chill swept over me.

Grimmjow instinctively twisted his waist, unleashing a Cero in conjunction with King Claw, the dazzling light cutting through the darkness and bursting forth with a radiant glow.

Then it was mercilessly crushed by a pair of large hands.

Grimmjow was stunned; his once pure gaze suddenly became somewhat bewildered.

He tilted his head, suddenly finding it hard to comprehend what was happening before his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, a whip kick struck without warning, sending an unbearable and terrifying impact through the waist.

Instantly, the several-meter-long white cheetah transformed into a shooting star, trailing a tail of flame formed from materialized spiritual pressure, and swept past beneath the crescent moon.

boom!!

The stone pillar hundreds of meters away collapsed with a roar, sending up a cloud of dust and surging waves that rose into the sky.

The falling rubble buried Grimmjow completely.

A perfect cat-petting experience has come to an end.

Naraku Sora stood still, briefly sensing Grimmjow's spiritual pressure in the distance, and nodded in satisfaction.

Actually, he only discovered it by chance.

Unlike other Adjuchas, Grimmjow has the potential to evolve into Vastodes.

Besides the fact that his body had not been bitten by other of his kind, the most important reason was that he had a heart that wanted to become stronger.

Although it may sound somewhat abstract, for the Great Void, who is missing something in his soul, "heart" is actually a very important thing.

Naraku Sora didn't understand the specifics either, but he heard Aizen say that if the Adjuchas could understand their own pursuit, they could embark on the path of evolution.

Cannibalism is not the only way.

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Inside the laboratory, Szayelaporro activated a massive light screen, on which a vast amount of data flowed like water.

My eyes scanned the data rapidly, following its changes, capturing the important information.

The reflection of the light screen shone on the pupils, frantically performing disassembly and calculations.

In front of him, within a petri dish shrouded in spiritual pressure, a mass of fleshy tissue writhed and multiplied, seemingly alive.

They even tried to escape the petri dish.

However, all actions were futile under the immense spiritual pressure, and even the rate of proliferation was controlled within a certain range.

This was a crucial project that Szayelaporro had been researching, the ultimate goal he had dedicated his life to—

A truly perfect life.