Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

Even so, not a single piece of information about the Blackwing Demon Clan was obtained.

This shows that the matter is not simple.

Ulquiorra nodded:

"The place where they live is extremely far from Hueco Mundo, and the surrounding environment is so complex that it can be considered a natural maze."

"If someone unfamiliar with the place enters, they will quickly lose their way, exhaust themselves while searching for an exit, and eventually become food."

Aizen nodded.

That makes perfect sense.

Because it is in a developmental stage, Hueco Mundo has not expanded its territory.

He originally planned to explore the unknown regions of Hueco Mundo after all the Adjuchas had been corrupted.

But now it seems the plan may need to be changed.

Although Las Noches doesn't have that many Arrancars yet, dealing with a Menos Grande dominated by Adjuchas shouldn't be a problem.

For Adjuchas, the amplification effect of the Broken Faces is no less than that of Vastod.

Such strength makes them one of the top-tier beings in the entire Hueco Mundo.

Moreover, with Nai Luo Kong following along, even if a few autonomous Vastodes appear from the Blackwing Demon race, they won't pose much of a threat.

This is also a good opportunity to see how the Arrancar perform in battle.

At that time, we can select some of the weaker Arrancar and assign them other tasks.

For example, logistics and research.

Now is the time when Xuye Palace is developing rapidly, and there is a shortage of manpower in all areas.

"Kong, I'm leaving this matter to you."

Aizen didn't think for long. He looked up at the person in front of him and was about to explain some more details when he realized that one person was missing.

"Lord Aizen, Lord Naraku has already gone to assemble the troops while you were thinking."

Should I call him back?

Ulquiorra, on the other hand, obediently stood still.

Aizen was silent for a few seconds, then sighed deeply:

"No need, there's nothing to explain."

"You just need to come along and make sure that guy doesn't get lost."

Ulquiorra nodded respectfully, then vanished from the room in a flash.

After confirming that he hadn't overlooked any important information, Aizen turned and walked deeper into the laboratory.

He has more important things to do.

……

……

A crescent moon hangs high in the sky, and the silver sea stretches out.

A group of Arrancars marched into the distance, the air thick with chaotic, viscous spiritual pressure causing small Hollows in the nearby desert to flee in terror.

Their strong survival instincts enabled them to unleash astonishing speeds.

If you don't have time to leave and are enveloped by the unconsciously emanating spiritual pressure, your fragile soul will collapse instantly.

"Ulquiorra, are you sure this is the direction?"

Grimmjow stared at the person next to him with dissatisfaction, "There isn't a single decent spiritual pressure within the detection circuit's range."

Faced with the questioning, Ulquiorra remained expressionless and calmly replied:

“Go three kilometers north and east, and you will see a stone wall with claw marks. Follow the marks and you will see a dense cluster of caves, which are their nests.”

"No one understands the Blackwing Archdemon better than me."

After passing through the dense and complex stone forest, a huge mountain wall with countless cave entrances came into view.

When several powerful spiritual pressures appeared in the detection circuit, Grimmjow's eyes lit up, and it seemed as if an endless fighting spirit was burning in his chest.

Finally, a worthy opponent has emerged.

He was getting tired of fighting with the Arrancar of Hueco Mundo all day long.

Meanwhile, the Blackwing Archdemons living in the caves finally discovered the invading enemy.

In an instant, a violent spiritual pressure surged into the sky.

As if it were some kind of signal, it instantly swept through the entire nest.

In the darkness, pairs of blood-red eyes lit up, filled with greed and savagery, staring intently at the Arrancar that had appeared there.

They were creatures resembling demons from Western mythology, entirely black, with sharp horns on their heads and bat-like wings on their backs.

Its face was extremely ferocious.

The immense spiritual pressure mixed together, making the air viscous, as if it had turned into mercury.

There was no communication whatsoever, until the moment their spiritual pressures made contact.

Battle is imminent.

As a battle maniac, Grimmjow was at the forefront, charging directly into the enemy camp without hesitation and immediately releasing his Resurrección.

"Squeak, Leopard King!"

As the release command was announced, a blue spiritual pressure storm enveloped Grimmjow's body, transforming into a raging tornado.

In an instant, Grimmjow, clad in white, form-fitting armor, appeared in everyone's sight.

Compared to the one before it broke through, its spiritual pressure was overwhelming.

"It's a Hollow I've never seen before."

"I can smell something delicious on him!"

"Kill this guy, I want his right thigh!"

"It's that ugly Ulquiorra! There's a traitor among us!"

Faced with spiritual pressure several times stronger than theirs, the Blackwing Demons showed no fear whatsoever. Instead, they became even more tyrannical and greedy, and the red light in their eyes grew brighter, almost solidifying into a tangible form.

In the air, countless spiritual particles condensed, their gaping maws opening to unleash a dazzling light.

The next second, an extremely violent beam of Cero light shot out, instantly tearing through the air and advancing towards Grimmjow's location.

The barren desert was plowed into furrows, and a torrent of scorching heat rose up ahead.

Dozens of phantom flashes merged, a fierce light appeared, and a deafening roar erupted, with howling winds sweeping up silver sand into the sky.

Grimmjow was completely submerged.

However, just when the Blackwing Archmages thought the enemy army had been defeated, a streak of azure light tore through the dust, and Grimmjow, exuding a tyrannical aura, burst forth.

The Leopard King raised and swung his claws, instantly tearing the two nearest Blackwing Demons in two.

At this moment, he finally understood the joy of Naraku Sora.

It turns out that crushing others on numerical scales can be so pleasing to the mind and body.

When other Arrancars broke in, the melee erupted completely.

The chaotic energy supply immediately plunged the nest into the era of World War II, with dazzling spiritual pressure illuminating the deep, dark night.

It even blocked out the cold moonlight.

However, the Blackwing Demons soon discovered to their horror that neither their individual strength nor their combined attacks could force the group of Hollows that resembled humans to retreat even a single step.

There is a vast chasm between their respective strengths.

Some of the more astute Blackwing Demons noticed the anomaly: at the edge of the battlefield stood a figure whose spiritual pressure was completely different from that of a Hollow.

It's Death!

Although it's unclear why such a group of monsters would mingle with the Grim Reaper, judging from their behavior, this Grim Reaper holds a very high position among these Hollows.

If we can take down this guy, we can definitely end this disaster.

Thus, under the cover of their companions, a squad of Blackwing Demons led by Vastod crossed the chaotic battlefield and arrived near Naraku.

It's so simple!

Lost in their ecstasy, they failed to notice the look of pity that flashed in the eyes of Grimmjow and the others.

The spiritual spear condensed, wreathed in powerful spiritual pressure, distorting the surrounding air.

This is the Blackwing Archdemon's talent; it's an attack even more powerful than Cero.

Without any hesitation, the Spirit Spear suddenly tore through the air, heading straight for Naraku's body with a shrill tearing sound.

Snapped!

Without warning, a hand reached out and grasped the spirit spear that was about to strike.

With a chilling shattering sound, and under the astonished gazes of dozens of people, the powerful spiritual pressure of the attack was crushed.

Countless fragments of spiritual particles drifted from Naraku's palm, his mocking gaze sweeping over the Void beings, his mouth gaping open to reveal chilling white teeth:

"Since you're so eager to drag me down with you, then so be it."

The moment the words fell, a spiritual pressure several times more violent than that of the Arrancar suddenly erupted, and a dazzling pillar of light shot into the sky, becoming the sole focus of the battlefield.

A suffocating aura enveloped the desert, and it rolled forward with a roar.

The message was forwarded.

Naraku vanished from the spot, reappearing already in front of the attacker. His large hand pressed down on the attacker's demonic face without warning, and then—

Throw it down!

boom!

Silvery-white sand waves surged into the sky, like waves rising from a raging sea, connecting heaven and earth, with the aftershocks bursting out in all directions.

Amidst countless gazes filled with fear, the brutal devastation began!