Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

Given his usual performance, it's still uncertain who will emerge victorious.

These creatures, who call themselves the Arrancar, are indeed strong, but their strength is ultimately limited.

It should be able to hold out for a while.

Without any hesitation, Kyoraku Shunsui used Shunpo to rush into the interdimensional gate.

But he was too tense to notice that not a single Arrancar had taken the initiative to stop him from beginning to end.

Once Kyoraku Shunsui's spiritual pressure completely disappeared from Hueco Mundo, the Espada's expressions immediately relaxed.

They're all experts at fighting, but when it comes to acting, that's a bit too much to ask.

If we don't leave now, there's a real possibility of being exposed.

"Your Majesty, shall we continue the fight?"

Accompanied by the distinctive whooshing sound of the bell, Harribel appeared nearby, wiping away the remaining King Void Flash with a trident of mist.

"Of course we should fight."

Naraku grinned: "I've realized I've spoiled you guys too much. It took me so long to deal with just a few captains."

"Wait a moment, you all attack with all your might, and I will personally test your purity."

"The seating arrangement will be rearranged based on performance at that time."

"The weak are not worthy of the name 'Espada'!"

Aizen, who happened to be nearby, heard this and immediately swallowed back the words he was about to say.

He was actually a little curious too.

However, what I'm curious about isn't the strength of the Arrancar, but rather Naraku's current level.

To become an Espada is to be considered one of the top combat forces in Las Noches.

Compared to most Grim Reaper captains, he is stronger, if not weaker.

If a group of people like this come together, they should be able to find out something, right?

Aizen recalled someone's performance in Soul Society and suddenly felt a little uncertain.

Even if his spiritual pressure is now much stronger than this guy's, he still wouldn't be very confident if he were to face him.

If we were to confront them head-on, we might very well end up losing in an unexpected way.

The thought of this outcome made Aizen feel somewhat frustrated. When did he start having to work hard to catch up with others?

Why did things turn out this way?

Seemingly sensing Aizen's thoughts, Naraku Sora suddenly glanced at him and then let out a disdainful snort.

Aizen: "?"

To be looked down upon by someone who only thinks with their muscles is the ultimate insult.

It seems that blurring is inevitable.

"You take the lead..."

Upon hearing Lilynette's suggestion, Stark suddenly felt a little tempted.

He has never liked fighting.

If I could switch to dual pistols, all I would need to do is shoot them down; I wouldn't need to think about the complicated details of combat at all.

Moreover, Lilynette can also satisfy a thirst for battle.

This is a win-win situation.

"it is good!"

Stark readily agreed.

Just as the two were exchanging words, Grimmjow had completely lost his patience and instantly unleashed an astonishing spiritual pressure, launching his strongest attack.

With both hands outstretched like the claws of the Leopard King, he instantly tore through the air in front of him.

The sound of tearing silk followed, and a dazzling blue light unfolded, stirring up waves of color once again in the Hueco Mundo night sky that had finally quieted down.

Then, under the watchful eyes of several people, the Leopard King's claws landed on that strong, muscular body.

It produced a sound like steel clashing.

Grimmjow stood there, stunned, his once pure gaze, filled with fighting spirit, suddenly becoming somewhat blank.

He tilted his head, somewhat unable to comprehend the scene before him.

What happened?

Why is it that a full-force attack, infused with all spiritual pressure, couldn't even break through the defenses?

Isn't this defense a bit too outrageous?

Just then, Nnoitra's sneak attack followed closely behind, the huge crescent-shaped scythe landing heavily on Naraku's back, sparking a series of flashes.

Seeing that the attack hadn't even left a white mark, Nnoitra's expression wasn't much better than Grimmjow's.

The little bit of thought that had finally come to mind vanished under such a huge disparity.

Now, let alone changing the rules of Las Noches, it's questionable whether they can even maintain the current rankings of the Espada.

"Too weak, too weak."

Naraku Sora sneered disdainfully, his lava-like patterns glowing with golden-red light, as if he had transformed into the sun walking in the desert, radiating endless light and heat.

The crackling, twisted arcs of electricity pulsed gently, constantly annihilating the spiritual particles in the air.

With a casual slap, he crushed the leopard king's claws in front of him, then swatted Grimmjow away as if he were picking up a chick.

The overwhelming victory left the high-spirited Leopard King completely stunned.

After doing all this, he turned to look at Neutra, who was trying to attack with all six arms at once, a flash of crimson light appearing in his eyes.

Suddenly, Neutra's hair stood on end, as if he were being watched by a natural enemy, and he trembled instinctively.

Naraku Sora scrutinized the Holy Crying Mantis before him, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes.

Neutra has been quite peaceful since he submitted.

But after Aizen reminded him, he remembered that this guy had always been the restless type.

Because of gender discrimination, he deeply resents that female Arrancar are of higher status than him.

If it weren't for my restraint, and given the vast difference in strength, this guy would probably already be plotting how to use dirty tricks.

No, we have to find a way to correct this distorted thinking.

Naraku Sora didn't have Aizen's eloquence; being poor at speaking, he could only choose the most simple and unadorned way.

“Nnoitra, if you can leave a scar on me, I can arrange for you to be placed ahead of Nel and the others in line.”

Upon hearing this, Neutra's eyes lit up.

Without any hesitation, a dazzling golden spiritual pressure beam erupted instantly, and he seemed to be injected with adrenaline, his eyes flashing with an extremely intense fighting spirit.

An immense pressure descended instantly, causing the silver sand beneath their feet to continuously cave in.

Driven by an extreme desire, Nnoitra broke through his own limitations and underwent another transformation amidst the blazing light.

The extra arms that originally grew on both sides of the body were forcibly retracted, and white chitin flowed from the two remaining arms, which hardened and turned into something like armor.

Feeling his own power suddenly expand, his confidence soared.

"Lord Naraku, prepare to die!"

Although it was just an unconscious remark, Neutra's words still drew admiring glances from the others.

The crescent-shaped scythe fell fiercely with a violent momentum, and only at the very last moment did the sound of tearing silk resound in the air.

Slash!

Under the watchful eyes of several people, the scythe struck Naraku Sora's shoulder with a resounding clang.

Under the powerful recoil, the crescent-shaped sickle suddenly broke open with a huge gash, looking as if it had been gnawed by something.

Seeing this, Aizen couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his eye.

Previously, I had only observed the battle through images and had never seen it in person. Now that I'm standing right next to it, I have a deeper understanding of how thick its skin is.

Looking across Hueco Mundo, you probably won't find a steel sheet harder than this.

Considering that this guy was actually a Shinigami, Aizen suddenly felt an urgent urge to try Hollowfication.

If he could also master Hollowfication, could he fight Naraku in a head-on battle?

“Hey, don’t say I didn’t give you a chance, Neutra.”

Naraku Sora grinned, revealing an innocent-looking smile.

"But you failed to capitalize on the opportunity!"

"Next, it's my turn."

The moment the words left his mouth, an extreme chill shot from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head. Neutra could no longer care about any promises and instinctively unleashed a burst of energy, trying to leave the place.

However, Naraku Sora's proficiency in the Resonance Technique was in no way inferior to his.

Before the person could move, a large hand had already pressed down on that terrified face.

Then, without saying a word, it was thrown downwards.

boom!

The ground collapsed, producing a deafening explosion, and a wave of dust surged straight into the sky.

Full of fissures and deep pits, it appeared on the boundless desert.

Under the terrifying power, Nnoitra's vision went black, and he instantly lost consciousness.

Just as Naraku Sora shifted his gaze to the others, a terrifying spiritual pressure, as if the sky were collapsing, erupted and transformed into a tidal wave, expanding in all directions.

In an instant, a layer of azure curtain was hung over the deep night, with countless torrents of light weaving through it, and then wrapping around the huge pillar of spiritual pressure.

As the sound of shattering rang out, countless beams of light, like raindrops, scattered down, adding a strange atmosphere to the boundless desert.

At the same time, a voice, both unfamiliar and somewhat familiar, rang out from within the speck of light: