Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

Although he apologized verbally, his actions showed no change whatsoever.

Just as Shizuku was contemplating whether to take the guy down with her, she witnessed a scene that shocked her.

Naraku placed one hand on the girl's waist and hips, while his other hand suddenly stretched out and plunged straight into the void.

From Shizuku's perspective, it was as if the hand had vanished into thin air.

Then, accompanied by a teeth-grinding creaking sound, a pitch-black passage was forcibly torn open in the empty sky before them.

The girl was shocked and for a moment even forgot to scold someone for moving their hand up there.

Is this a ventriloquist chamber?!

How could Death possibly possess such a strange skill?

Who exactly is this guy?

"You think you can leave after offending the prison warden?"

Naraku Sora grinned, revealing the smile often seen on upright people.

"It's not that easy!"

As he spoke, he carried Akane Shizuku on one shoulder, expanded the range of the Black Cavity with the other, and a spiritual path gathered beneath his feet. He took a step forward.

The girl realized something was wrong and quickly spoke up:

"and many more……"

However, before he could finish speaking, he was enveloped in darkness.

"Eee-ah-ah-ah—"

Terrified screams spread rapidly within the barrier.

Akane Shizuku considers herself a proper Grim Reaper, but strangely, she has never had a similar experience in her memory.

Although I recognized the black cavity at a glance.

Feeling the biting cold wind rushing past her and watching the pitch-black environment flash by, Akane Shizuku, bound by golden chains, subconsciously shrank back.

In this unknown, dark place, it seems that only the Grim Reaper beneath him can bring a sliver of warmth.

At this moment, she no longer cared where to put her hands.

……

……

"Damn it, that guy is still chasing us!"

Within the hazy, desolate boundary, several figures dressed in green moved swiftly, as if some evil spirits were chasing them.

"You've already reached the critical point, why won't you give up?"

"It's alright, lure him to the vicinity of Jiaogu, and then Lord Yanlong can deal with him personally!"

"No matter how strong that guy is, once he appears in Jiaogu, he will never be a match for Lord Yanlong!"

The Ryudoji group quickly reached a consensus, sensing the terrifying aura and spiritual pressure coming from behind them, and their Shunpo (flash step) speeded up even more.

Just then, a dazzling flash of light appeared behind them.

A chilling danger was rapidly approaching, and without any hesitation, the group instinctively dodged to the side.

Having lived in the rift for hundreds of years, their perception of danger is countless times stronger than that of ordinary Grim Reapers.

It was precisely this powerful perception that caused the burly man to misjudge Naraku's strength, resulting in him being killed in less than a round.

As danger approached, an incredibly thick, azure beam of light, crackling with lightning, shot out and struck a distant mountain peak.

Chapter 88 of the Hakata: Flying Dragon Strikes the Thief with a Thunderous Cannon.

Heavenly punishment is coming!

The deafening explosions roared, causing everyone at Ryudoji to stop their hearts, stare blankly, and tremble involuntarily.

This is not at all on the same level as the Eighty-Eighth Ghost Path they know.

As the dust storm swept in, most of the towering mountain peaks were wiped out, and countless boulders tumbled down, creating a small mudslide.

Now they are beginning to doubt whether the invincible Lord Yanlong can actually defeat the demon-like man behind him.

This can no longer be called human.

Without daring to delay for even a moment, everyone unleashed their full spiritual pressure and every ounce of strength, unleashing the fastest Shunpo they had ever used.

The technique wasn't particularly sophisticated, but the speed was top-notch.

They have even reached the captain level.

If it really came down to a fight, even the captain of the Ninth Division might not be able to outrun them.

Shizuku Akane stared in disbelief at the flattened mountain peak.

I thought the guy beneath me was a melee-type Grim Reaper, skilled in hand-to-hand combat techniques, but I never expected Kido to be so terrifying.

How can the difference between people be greater than the difference between people and dogs?

The terrified people of Ryudoji Temple quickly fled to a valley.

The valley is called the gathering place for souls that have fallen out of the boundary.

Not all souls are sent to the Soul Society; some simply become nothingness.

Some of them, because they cannot be saved in time, will break free from the cycle between the three realms and fall into the realm of severance, spontaneously gathering together to form a special spiritual space.

Over millions of years, the accumulated time has resulted in the fact that the valley within the broken boundary is not a single one.

The valley with its dark red ground is the residence of the Ryudoji clan.

"Lord Yan, Lord Yan Long, I have failed to live up to your expectations. This mission has failed."

The speaker was also very tall and burly, with dark skin, a large nose, and eyes so small they were almost invisible.

Inside the valley, a middle-aged man with white hair turned around, a hint of displeasure flashing across his weathered face.

"We were about to get it, but it was snatched away by a sudden Grim Reaper. The opponent was too strong, and we were no match for him."

Upon hearing this, the white-haired man frowned, his displeasure becoming increasingly apparent.

"You guys combined can't beat them?"

The group lowered their heads and remained silent.

"waste!"

The white-haired man was furious and was about to reprimand him further when he heard another subordinate cautiously remind him:

"Lord Yanlong, that guy not only didn't let us go, but he also chased us all the way to the Broken Realm."

"If nothing unexpected happens, we'll find this place soon."

The white-haired man took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to strangle these idiots:

"It's good that you've come. With our ability to control the souls of the dead, we are invincible in the Valley of Calling."

"Even Captain Death is the same."

"As long as we kill the opponent and retrieve the Bead of Longing, we can also use its power to achieve the goal of destroying the Soul Society."

No sooner had he finished speaking than an unfamiliar voice came from the nearby rock wall.

"Akane Shizuku, did you hear that?"

"This group wants to use your power to destroy the Soul Society. In order to avoid the destruction of the world, I think it is better to destroy you humanely in advance."

The girl perched on Naraku Sora's shoulder showed a hint of helplessness on her face and retorted softly:

"I don't understand what you're saying. I'm a real Grim Reaper, not some kind of wish-fulfilling bead."

Despite the distance, thanks to her not-too-weak spiritual pressure, Shizuku could still clearly hear the conversation between the people in the valley.

She's not so afraid of Naraku Sora's words anymore.

Because being afraid is useless.

The vast difference in strength left them with absolutely no chance of resistance.

Moreover, judging from appearances, this guy is much better than those ugly and deformed people below.

Most importantly, Shizuku did not sense any malice from Naraku Sora.

Throughout the entire process, the other party's attitude towards me remained unchanged.

Unlike the group below, who treated her as an object, they treated her as a living, breathing person.

I don't know why I have this strange feeling.

But Shizuku still subconsciously chose to believe Naraku Sora.

Looking in the direction from which the sound came, one could see a tall figure standing on the piled-up rock wall, like a stone monument standing in the wind.

Just by looking at his posture, he's absolutely invincible.

That is, if we ignore the death girl that he carries on his shoulder.

"Is it you who killed my people?"

The white-haired man's expression was extremely gloomy, and a flash of red light seemed to appear in his pupils.

“Although he is not strong enough, he is still one of the few remaining members of the Ryudoji clan. Since he dared to kill him, then—”

Are you prepared to pay the price?

As soon as he finished speaking, as if to confirm what the white-haired man had said, the people next to him instantly unleashed astonishing spiritual pressure.

The dark red earth suddenly cracked open with countless fissures, from which countless white wandering souls rushed out and gathered on the bodies of the crowd.

The already exaggerated spiritual pressure was amplified even further, approaching the level of a captain.

A man wielding a diamond-shaped greatsword let out a roar, and his relatively thin body began to swell, filled with immense power.

A chaotic, viscous spiritual pressure filled the entire valley, and a powerful sense of oppression surged forth.

Feeling the suffocating pressure, Shizuku's face turned pale.

What's happening now is far beyond her expectations. Although she still doesn't understand what's going on, with her not-so-bright brain, she thinks...