Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

As people who had once followed Yamamoto, they were well aware of his strength.

When the invasion of Seireitei first began, Yamamoto didn't make a move. I thought that after being the Captain-Commander for a thousand years, his temper had become more restrained with age.

Or perhaps, due to old age and physical decline, he no longer possesses the vigor of his youth.

Unexpectedly, he was merely concealing his true strength, waiting until the most crucial moment to strike.

It truly gave the original generation a wonderful surprise.

Moreover, Yamamoto has clearly become stronger than before.

Even if they targeted this person the moment they appeared, they would only be instantly killed.

No doubt about it.

Upon seeing this, Shihouin Sennheiser frowned.

He suddenly realized that when he accidentally targeted some brat, he had apparently been slashed by the same person.

Looking back now, my neck still seems to ache slightly.

That strike seemed to be no less powerful than Yamamoto's.

Are the younger generation of Soul Society already this powerful?

Senri Shihouin subconsciously looked up at the sky, where a figure with arms crossed over his chest exuded a suffocating spiritual pressure.

The faint heat evaporated the moisture in the air.

Just then, several Hellish Intents burst out of Ryujin Jakka's attack range and began indiscriminately destroying the defenses built by the Grim Reapers.

Naraku Sora remained standing in the same spot, raising his finger.

"Hado No. 88: Flying Dragon Strikes the Thief with Thunderous Cannon".

In an instant, a deafening roar, like thunder from the heavens, erupted as a beam of azure light, crackling with twisted arcs of electricity, shot forward.

It directly engulfed the enormous monster, which was tens of meters tall, and amidst the deafening roar, it gradually turned into ashes and dissipated into the world.

I thought that was its limit.

Unexpectedly, just after the previous No. 88 breach was released, several more identical breaches were thrown out in succession.

Like a tireless demonic machine.

What is casually attainable is the goal that ordinary Grim Reapers pursue their entire lives.

Although the hidden danger was eliminated, Naraku Sora was not happy.

For some reason, he had a strange sense of foreboding.

The Inner Powers may seem frightening, but in reality, they only deplete the old man's physical strength and spiritual pressure, posing no serious threat whatsoever.

Even if there are casualties, they will be within an acceptable range.

At most, a few nobles might die by accident, and a few mansions might be razed to the ground.

From Naraku Sora's perspective, all of this was a good thing.

But why does it still make people feel vaguely uneasy?

There's definitely something wrong!

Just as he was on guard, a familiar spiritual pressure covered him, enveloping him like a net.

“Sora, I’ve detected a residual, unusual spiritual pressure.”

Aizen's voice rang in my ears; it was Ten Ting Kong Luo.

"The idea of ​​hell is just a smokescreen; the real trump card hasn't been revealed yet."

"Leave the situation on the other battlefields to me; you keep an eye on the Gates of Hell."

Just as Naraku Sora was about to respond, he seemed to sense something and looked up at the sky.

The open gates of hell rippled once more, and from within the dark red vortex, a burly figure stepped out, slick phosphorescent energy swirling around him.

It exudes a chilling aura of power.

The white haori fluttered in the wind, and the sharp, knife-cut "11" was reflected in the eyes of the Grim Reapers.

Chapter 276 So-called Calamity

"Haha, it was him!"

Tsunayoshi Taketori cleaved the rising shadow on the ground with a single stroke of his sword, his expression one of utter madness.

"Now even Yamamoto can't save you."

"Come to hell and keep me company!"

"This is the price you lowly people pay for defying the Yayo family!"

His response was an extremely fierce demonic slash, the Seventy-Eighth Breaking Path Slashing Wheel.

The dazzling golden sword pressure nearly severed Tsunayoshi Taketori's head as well; it merely grazed the edge of the building, causing the towering spire to collapse.

Kyoraku Shunsui temporarily forced back the arrogant Tsunayoshi Taketori, and only then did he have time to look up at the sky.

That familiar figure and haori made him fall silent.

His expression was extremely solemn.

That was a deceased friend, a captain who was known as the least like the Eleventh Division captain.

No one knew his old friend's dread better than he did.

In terms of raw strength alone, he might not be a match for Yamamoto or Naraku, but when it comes to posing a threat to the Seireitei, no one is stronger than him.

At the Fourth Division barracks, Unohana Retsu hacked Shijima Chigiri to pieces, leaving her unable to recover for some time.

At the same time, he looked solemnly at the figure in the sky.

"It is Kenpachi the Seventh Generation, Kuroyashiki."

She took a deep breath, preparing to notify Naraku in the manner of Ten Ting Kong Luo.

Among the higher-ups of Soul Society, Kenpachi's abilities are no secret.

He even released his Bankai in the Dangai, witnessed by several captains.

Even the well-informed Retsu Unohana had to admit that it was one of the most terrifying Bankai she had ever seen in her life.

Surprisingly, when she released Ten Ting Kong Luo to try to contact Naraku Kong, she discovered that another powerful spiritual pressure was covering her.

Although both were of the Heavenly Void Realm, she was unable to break through it despite her spiritual pressure strength.

"It's Kenpachi Kuruyashiki."

Aizen had clearly also noticed the strange phenomena near the Gates of Hell, and quickly relayed the relevant information.

"You saw his Bankai when you captured the spirit of the Yanluo Mirror Blade."

"But if it is used by the man himself, its power will only be greater."

"That is an incredibly powerful ability that makes absolutely no sense. Once it is fully unleashed, it will form a giant jaw with a radius of several spirit miles or more."

"Then it will indiscriminately attack all living and non-living things within the range of the giant jaws, except for Kenpachi Kuchiyashiki."

"That is why Kenpachi Kuruyashiki is strictly forbidden by the 46 Chambers from using Bankai within the Seireitei, no matter how serious the situation may be."

"With the enhancements from Hell, his Bankai will only become stronger."

"Perhaps covering the entire Seireitei is not impossible."

"My advice is to evacuate!"

"Open the Black Hole, and have Kisuke Urahara notify Las Noches to summon the Hollows to activate the Anti-Membrane and transfer the Shinigami to Hueco Mundo."

"Although it will still result in considerable casualties, this is currently the optimal solution."

Aizen seemed worried that some reckless person might act rashly, so he quickly described the plan and directly instructed Urahara Kisuke to inform Las Noches.

"I understand."

"Execute according to your plan."

Naraku Sora hung up the "phone" expressionlessly, then, under the watchful eyes of countless people, drew his sword and charged into the sky against the raging wind.

Aizen's face turned extremely ugly upon seeing this scene.

The worst-case scenario has occurred; this brute is indeed unable to understand human language.

At the same time, Yamamoto, who was unleashing his full power in the Hellish Intent group, also noticed this scene.

When he saw the figure clearly, his blood pressure spiked.

Damn it, I've been fooled by hell!

The so-called "Hellish Intent" was just a pretext to trick him into making a move, taking the opportunity to deplete his spiritual pressure and physical strength, while simultaneously creating a restraint that prevented him from attacking Kenpachi Kuruyashiki.

Damn!

After only a brief moment of contemplation, the remaining hellish intent broke through the encirclement of the blazing hell, burst out of the fiery tornado, and launched a suicidal attack on Yamamoto.

Now they don't even act anymore.

Their main tactic is to stall.

As long as they can keep that short, old Grim Reaper tied up here, their mission will be accomplished.

"Solution—"

"Remnant Fire Sword!"

Anger flared in Yamamoto's eyes as he unleashed his spiritual pressure and raised his long sword.

In an instant, the sea of ​​fire vanished without a trace.

The sky, the earth, and all the burning flames vanished.

But the temperature continues to rise, and the moisture in the air evaporates rapidly.

Wisps of smoke rose from the cracks, blurring the atmosphere and even distorting space.

The long sword appeared charred.