Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

Game rules: The player who lands on the highest point wins!

Without the slightest hesitation, the two swords crossed, creating a dazzling sword pressure as they were drawn apart.

A raging hurricane rose from the ground and poured down without restraint, unleashing a saturation bombardment on Naraku, who was trapped in the ruins.

The continuous explosions lasted for more than ten seconds.

It crushed a tower hundreds of meters high into dust, with dust flying everywhere, leaving not a single intact stone in sight.

Is it over?

Jushiro Ukitake appeared beside Shunsui Kyoraku, looking at the dust-covered ruins.

"If it were that simple, that lord wouldn't have sent all of us together."

Kyoraku Shunsui frowned. "However, judging from the current situation, we have the upper hand."

"As long as we maintain the current stability..."

Before he could finish speaking, a terrifying black spiritual pressure suddenly erupted from the ruins, and an unparalleled pillar of light shot straight into the sky, instantly shattering the thin clouds.

A ferocious and tyrannical aura surged forth, accompanied by a chilling creaking sound.

The air seemed to groan under the weight of the sudden impact.

Kyoraku Shunsui's expression changed drastically. He condensed a spiritual energy platform under his feet and moved directly away from the area covered by the dark spiritual pressure.

"What's this?!"

A pale hand tore through the pillar of light in front of him, and scorching heat surged from Naraku's body, with violent power erupting from his body.

Raise your left hand and gently press it in front of your face.

Liquid chitin gushed out, forming a hideous white bone mask.

The moment the golden vertical pupils were raised, everyone felt a jolt in their hearts, and a strong sense of unease welled up from the depths of their souls.

"Goo-"

Two rows of sharp teeth spread open, and wisps of white smoke escaped from between them. A ferocious and hideous smile appeared on the bone mask, and an unreserved killing intent surged forth.

Ink-like light flowed continuously down Naraku's body.

next second.

The figure, which had been firmly locked onto by several gazes, vanished into thin air without leaving a trace, as if it had teleported.

Everyone was shocked, but they forced themselves to remain calm.

Although they didn't know exactly what had happened to Naraku Sora, their extensive combat experience told them—

If you panic at this moment, you will die very quickly.

hum-

A ferocious figure appeared before Jushiro Ukitake without warning, followed by a loud voice. A large hand suddenly reached out and landed directly on the panicked face.

With his five fingers clenched together, the intense spiritual pressure broke through his proud defenses.

Jushiro Ukitake's skull emitted a mournful cry, unable to bear the weight any longer.

Click!

Naraku leaned back, suddenly lifted her up, and then slammed her down hard.

Boom!!

A deafening roar erupted as a towering pillar of fire burst from the ground, instantly engulfing the entire battlefield in suffocating heat, causing the moisture in the air to evaporate rapidly.

When the sparks scattered, all that remained at Naraku's feet was shattered clay.

A bitter look appeared on Kyoraku Shunsui's face.

He believed that the preparations were sufficient this time, but the strength of the opponent seemed to far exceed their expectations.

Even when facing Yamamoto Shigekuni, I didn't feel this much pressure.

Meanwhile, Kenpachi Zaraki, who was not far away, had an increasingly excited expression on his face, with bloodshot eyes, as if he had entered a berserk state.

"Devour, wild sun!"

Without much hesitation, as his spiritual pressure exploded and burned like a raging fire, Kenpachi Zaraki stomped the ground and pounced like a wild beast, delivering a clean, vertical slash.

boom!

The metal clashed, and the two blades, with their exaggeratedly large size, intersected.

The seemingly light and slender black blade actually blocked Kenpachi Zaraki's full-force attack solidly.

Naraku Sora stood upright, his right hand raised high, still holding a sword, while black and red arcs of electricity swirled around his left hand, distorting the surrounding space.

He lunged forward and unleashed a punch!

Black Flash - One Bone!

The moment the fist landed, everything was distorted, a shattering sound followed, and terrifying light burst forth from within.

Flesh and blood disintegrated, chest cavity collapsed, bones shattered, and even Kenpachi Zaraki's body was pierced directly.

The thin clouds above the sky behind them vanished instantly under the impact of the aftershocks.

Pure destruction transformed into a tidal wave, surging straight forward and swallowing everything whole!

After defeating Kenpachi Zaraki, Sora Naraku stood with his sword in hand, his golden vertical pupils looking at the remaining Kyoraku Shunsui and Unohana Retsu, a smirk playing on his lips.

His gleeful, sinister laugh was chilling.

Chapter 311 You Have No Understanding of My Limits

Looking at that monstrous creature, Kyoraku Shunsui felt a headache coming on.

He had expected Naraku to be strong, but he hadn't expected her to be this strong.

Two of the four who teamed up were taken down in an instant.

It was so fast that even he didn't have time to react.

Or rather, he never expected Naraku's attack to be so powerful; the seemingly ordinary attack had an unusually high destructive force.

Even Kenpachi Zaraki, who had mastered Shikai, couldn't stop it.

The flashing black and red lightning, like a personified destruction, utterly obliterated everything in sight.

He thought he knew Naraku Sora well enough after all these years, but only now does he realize that the other person still has secrets he doesn't know.

Is it blurred?

Kyoraku Shunsui's expression was somewhat strange.

According to the information he knew, once Death was infected by the Void Poison, his strength would experience a qualitative leap, but at the same time he would lose his mind and become an absolute monster.

But when things went wrong, she didn't seem to lose her mind at all.

Although the flowing spiritual pressure was completely contained, the burning posture was truly eye-catching.

A hideous white bone mask, like that of a demon, covered his face. His haori and blouse were tattered from the battle, revealing his perfectly muscular body.

As a strong wind swept through the air, the remaining embers and sparks fell in a flurry.

His pair of golden vertical pupils were extremely aggressive, radiating a heart-stopping brilliance, and could leave two streaks of light when he turned his head.

Just as the two sides were locked in a standoff, a ripple suddenly appeared in the shadows of the nearby ruins, and a black blade shot out from it, stabbing straight at someone's kidney.

As if he had eyes in the back of his head, Naraku Sora swung his Zanpakuto behind him without even looking.

The shadow blade struck the sword, scattering dazzling sparks.

"I've already said it."

Naraku Sora grinned, his voice, sounding almost electronically synthesized, echoing above the ruins.

"The same tricks don't work on me."

"Why can't you remember anything?"

He had known about Kyoraku Shunsui's Katen Kyokotsu for a long time and was deeply impressed by it.

The so-called realism of children's games can be described as having a great deal of artistic merit.

Its complex and unreasonable powerful rule-based abilities are considered magnificent among many Zanpakuto.

If it were an opponent who didn't know enough about Katen Kyokotsu, Kyoraku Shunsui would have chopped him into mincemeat long ago.

Looking at the shadow blade that had been knocked away, Kyoraku Shunsui felt a sense of powerlessness.

I initially thought it was a coincidence that I dodged it before, but after the second sneak attack, I realized that this kind of move was really useless against Naraku.

This guy seems to have eyes all over his body; he can easily block any kind of attack.

Now it seems that only one last card remains.

Kyoraku Shunsui turned to look at Unohana Retsu not far away. Their eyes met, and they immediately understood the plan to proceed.

Unohana Retsu lightly touched the ground with her toes, her graceful figure darting forward like a moth drawn to a flame.

Boom—

It was as if the heavens and earth were upside down, and an immense pressure was pressing down on us!

On the battlefield, the chaotic spiritual particles went berserk in an instant, and the dazzling crimson color splattered the boundless land.

An endless stench of blood spread, until it covered all the ruins within sight.

Unohana Retsu's gaze fell, a strong desire surging in her eyes. She gripped the blade tightly with her left hand and slashed hard, letting the scalding blood gush from her palm and sink into the earth.

The blade curved more and more, as if it had become a creation of pure blood.

"Swastika - all gone!"

Thick, slippery blood dripped continuously from the blade, instantly creating an endless sea of ​​blood.

With light, delicate toes, she landed amidst the crimson light, instantly appearing before Naraku Sora.

Looking at the figure that had left an indelible mark on her mind, Unohana Retsu smiled with pleasure.

Although there are subtle differences between her and the original, it doesn't stop her from falling in love with the same person.