Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

Before he could finish speaking, the spirit blade struck out like a heavy hammer, its terrifying power pouring into his body and directly interrupting his almost completed return to the blade.

Before he could even let out a scream, a deafening explosion erupted, and he vanished from sight in an instant, leaving a long trail of shockwave.

Seeing this, Naraku's eyes lit up.

Putting aside Yamamoto and Hyosube Ichibei, Aizen at the moment is definitely the strongest person he has ever seen.

Even Kenpachi Kuruyashiki, who nearly destroyed the Seireitei, was far inferior.

That guy only relied on the mechanics of his Zanpakuto and the blessing of hell.

In contrast, Aizen's Zanpakuto, Kyoka Suigetsu, is rendered useless due to his lack of rationality, and he can only rely on pure numerical values.

The already exaggerated spiritual pressure, amplified by the intangibility, erupted into its most terrifying form.

"Roar, divine retribution!"

Komamura Sajin stepped forward, the first to recover from his shock, and immediately activated his Shikai without any hesitation, trying to buy some time.

A massive blade appeared out of thin air and slashed straight down at Aizen.

Compared to the powerful Bankai, Shikai is slightly less powerful, but it is faster and more concealed, relying on surprise attacks.

A strong wind suddenly arose, stirring up countless silver sands.

boom!!

Aizen didn't even dodge; he simply stood there, raising his right hand so that the slender blade was pressed against the Heavenly Punishment.

Komamura Sajin's pride and joy was so great that he couldn't even make him take half a step back.

"Shoot him, sharpshooter."

A calm voice sounded behind Komamura Sajin, and a faint blue light flashed in Ichimaru Gin's eyes.

At the very moment of its liberation.

A dazzling white light swept across the silver sand, and the air was filled with the high temperature generated by the high-speed friction.

bass--

Without holding back at all, the sword's cry only came belatedly when the sharp blade was about to touch Aizen.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the blade struck Aizen's body violently, then burst into a series of sparks.

And a screeching sound.

With his current Shikai, Gin Ichimaru is not yet able to break through Aizen's defenses.

But he has already achieved his goal.

The Bankai, being such a dangerous thing, is not suitable for use on Naraku's friend; in this battle, his role is merely to restrain him.

Leave the main battlefront to others.

"Solution—"

"Black Rope Heavenly Punishment King!"

Taking advantage of Aizen's distraction, Komamura Sajin completed his Bankai at top speed, and a black-armored samurai over a hundred meters tall appeared on the desert, instantly creating a huge sand pit at his feet.

A fierce wind howled, and a terrifying blade, tens of meters long, was suddenly drawn from its sheath and slashed down vertically forward.

Wherever it passed, it produced a loud ripping sound like cloth being torn apart, and the airflow was visibly parted to the sides.

It was incredibly powerful, with its destructive force increasing more than tenfold compared to its initial release.

Seemingly sensing that this attack might pose a threat to him, Aizen's gaze instantly locked onto Komamura Sajin, who was manipulating the Black Rope Tenken Myōō.

So, he raised his left hand.

Kisuke Urahara, who had been observing, suddenly narrowed his eyes, just as he was about to speak up and offer a warning.

A sound like the resonance of metal suddenly rang out.

"Hado No. 90: Black Coffin".

The moment the words fell, black spiritual pressure rose from the ground, and the surging torrent extended layer by layer like stacked data, instantly enveloping Komamura Sajin.

A massive black coffin, over ten meters tall, stands like a city wall on the desert.

The next second, the torrent receded, revealing Komamura Sajin's figure.

Its tall, muscular body was covered in cuts and splattered with blood, turning it into a bright red dog.

Seeing Komamura Sajin lying on the ground, Naraku Sora couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his eye.

What does that mean?

You can use the Demonic Path just by acting on instinct, right?

Just how much do you love the black coffin, Aizen, to turn it into an instinct?

Just as he was thinking this, the battle broke out again.

This time, the main attackers are the Espada.

Because of Komamura Sajin's restraint, they were able to instantly release their Zanpakuto, facing the Hueco Mundo scientist in their strongest form.

"I say, didn't Lord Aizen say that he was just a scientist and didn't have the power of His Majesty Naraku?"

Lilynette scratched her head: "But I still feel like he's as strong as a freak."

Harribel retaliated with a trident of mist, restraining Aizen's reverberation, and explained without turning her head:

“How could someone who can become friends with His Majesty be a weak person!”

The others looked on with a sense of realization.

That makes perfect sense.

Just as the group was talking, the moonlight and stars under the night sky were covered by thick dark clouds, and the density of spiritual particles in the air soared dramatically.

When the first drop of cold rain, formed from high-density spiritual particles, fell from the clouds, everyone seemed to hear the earth tremble.

The wind is picking up.

The spiritual pressure settled, flowing like mercury in a vast yet slow surge, but with the rise of the hurricane, a sandstorm powerful enough to sweep everything was brewing in the desert.

Silvery-white dust danced wildly, obscuring the sky and the sun.

Gazing at the apocalyptic scene that suddenly appeared due to the burst of spiritual pressure, the expressions on everyone's faces froze instantly, and fear from the deepest instincts filled their pupils.

This is the fear that spontaneously arises in those in a lower position when facing those in a higher position.

Fortunately, both Arrancar and Shinigami are people of strong will and can overcome their difficulties on their own.

Feeling the heavy spiritual pressure permeating the air, Naraku Sora raised his eyebrows and began to stretch his body, preparing for battle.

He had wanted to beat Aizen for a long time.

If it weren't for the fact that he still needed to train his troops, he would have made his move as soon as he began to materialize.

"Kisuke, how long do you think they can hold out?"

Kisuke Urahara watched as the group relentlessly charged towards Aizen, and a twitch appeared at the corner of his eye.

"Lord Aizen's Hollowfication strength has exceeded our original expectations."

"In terms of performance alone, only Lilynette might be able to stall for a little while; the others were all instantly defeated."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Aizen severed one of Nnoitra's arms.

The blood splattered under the moonlight, creating an eerie beauty.

At this moment, Aizen's entire body was covered in white. His chitinous shell, which should have resembled armor, was now fluttering in the wind under the influence of spiritual pressure.

Almost no one could stop its advance; wherever it went, only fallen figures were left behind.

Watching the white figure weaving through the crowd, Naraku Sora's face was filled with anticipation, and his spiritual pressure surged wildly around him, forming twisted lines.

Chapter 299 You Don't Understand Yourself at All

In the boundless desert, all that could be seen was a scene of utter devastation.

The severed limbs and large patches of blood-red flesh resembled a gruesome scroll painting of hell.

Having regained his composure, Grimmjow re-entered the battlefield in his Resurrección form, attempting to once again display the prowess of the Panther King.

However, the instant the spiritual pressure erupted, a pure white figure suddenly entered his line of sight, a pure white blade raised high, slashing with lightning speed.

The terrifying force, along with the suffocating wind pressure, poured into the Leopard King's body, instantly lifting him into the air and creating a deafening explosion in the sandstorm.

In mid-air, Grimmjow's vision went black, and he uncontrollably vomited large amounts of blood.

Its slender, streamlined body was like a rag doll, swept up by the gale, instantly covered in wounds, with blood splattering everywhere.

Such an exaggerated display of combat power left Kisuke Urahara, who had been in command, dumbfounded.

He had known for a long time that Aizen was very strong.

But to my utter surprise, it was incredibly powerful.

While Hollowfication can enhance a Shinigami's power to some extent, it also depends on the Shinigami's inherent abilities.

Aizen's terrifying nature is largely due to his own actions.

He's just a scientist, after all.

Thick rain curtains, carrying silvery-white sand and gravel, swept wildly in the gale.

"Lilynet, 300 meters to your right rear, Wang Xu Flash!"

Kisuke Urahara remained expressionless, focusing all his attention on Aizen.

Without any hesitation, the instant she heard the sound, Lilynette flicked out a smear of blood and poured all her spiritual pressure into her twin pistols.

Wang Xu's flash of light erupted, transforming into a deep blue sky that covered an area several kilometers to his right and rear.

boom!

The area engulfed and submerged by Wang Xu's flash of light erupted with a muffled roar, like the thunder of heaven.

Immediately afterwards, the silvery desert trembled violently, and countless silver sands rose into the air, quivering uneasily.

Once the dust settled, a transparent barrier spanning over a thousand meters stood before us.