Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

For her, the best way to deal with this feeling is...

It means to crush the other person's body and then completely integrate it into one's own body, so that the two become inseparable and stay together forever.

Unohana Retsu traversed a thousand meters and instantly arrived in front of Naraku Sora, her tilted, curved blade slashing down towards his neck without hesitation.

Perhaps it was because the movements were so gentle that they evoked unfounded fantasies, as if they were the intimacy between lovers.

However, beneath these fluid movements lies an undisguised, violent killing intent.

Clang!

Blade parries, sparks fly.

Naraku's attacks are devoid of any skill; they are simply the purest and most ferocious.

instinct.

A scorching heat surged from his body, a violent power erupted from his physique, and undisguised savagery surfaced deep within his golden vertical pupils.

"What level are you at, using the same Bankai as Sister Lie?"

Instantaneous Roar - Fiery Thunder Hell!

Golden arcs of electricity danced wildly, and surging demonic spiritual pressure erupted from his shoulders, accompanied by deafening thunder and scorching heat echoing across the ruins.

Seeing the fleeting panic on the face opposite him, Naraku Sora's eyes revealed a hint of disdain.

then.

He clenched his fists, unleashing a terrifying, continuous power within his body like a collapsing torrent. His body was taut like a bowstring, and the clenched muscles creaked as they worked.

Although he is no match for Unohana Retsu in terms of pure skill, even as a clone, he is still a step behind.

But this does not affect the final outcome.

If we can't bridge the gap in skills, then we'll fill the void with superior panel data.

When individual differences become so significant that they cannot be overcome, a mere clash will only result in the immediate defeat of the weak.

Completely destroyed!

The moment the wrathful deity struck down, a fierce, burning wind howled forth, and black and red lightning distorted the space in front of it, engulfing the entire sea of ​​blood.

The thunderous roar of the riot, mixed with the intense heat of the fire, erupted all in front of us, transforming into a massive pillar of light that covered everything and shot straight into the sky.

The sea of ​​blood trembled!

With a single slash, he shattered the surging waves, crushing Unohana's offensive with overwhelming force and completely destroying the spirit body.

It turned into clay and fell apart.

After the battle ended, Naraku Sora raised his gaze and looked at Kyoraku Shunsui in the distance.

"At the cost of their comrades' sacrifice, they attempted to weaken the enemy in this way."

"But have you considered that even if I'm worn down, you still won't have the slightest chance of winning?"

A bitter smile appeared on Kyoraku Shunsui's face.

Who exactly said this guy has no brains?

From the very beginning of the battle, Naraku Sora saw through their tricks.

The others did their best to weaken him and then placed the key to victory on him.

The process was correct, but the result was slightly off.

Kyoraku Shunsui lowered his gaze, his expression utterly calm.

How will you know if you don't try?

"Solution—"

The moment the voice rang out, an extremely cold spiritual pressure swept across the entire battlefield and continued to spread outwards. Sticky shadows surged beneath its feet, as if they were alive.

With a flick of his wrist, Kyoraku Shunsui sent his twin swords disappearing into the shadows.

A surge of spiritual pressure materialized into a woman exuding an elegant aura. She leaned slightly forward, her arms encircling Kyoraku Shunsui's neck, whispering sweet nothings in his ear, their actions intimate.

"Flowers bloom wildly, bones grow wildly; withered pines stand in the heart."

Several jet-black pine trees emerged from the thick shadows, their needles scattering and slowly unfurling beneath their feet like a scroll painting, filling the air with spiritual pressure that enveloped Naraku.

"Act One: Hesitation and Sharing of Trauma!"

From the very beginning of the battle, Kyoraku Shunsui determined that Naraku Sora's spiritual pressure had a weakness.

Compared to other Shinigami of the same era, this guy is truly a monster; there are few stronger than him in the entire history of Soul Society.

However, compared to Kyoraku Shunsui's true form, his spiritual pressure is still somewhat lacking.

Not to mention the clones that have undergone special spiritual pressure enhancement.

As soon as he finished speaking, all of Kyoraku Shunsui's injuries were transferred to Naraku Sora's body.

In an instant, blood was everywhere, and he looked extremely disheveled.

Seeing this, Kyoraku Shunsui's confidence soared.

As long as the first act works, you only need to unleash the remaining acts in one go to end the battle instantly.

"Act Two, The Bed of Shame."

The intermission narration ends here; the covert struggle is the climax of the entire battle.

The shadowy figure, now a withered pine tree, reappeared, and an atmosphere of sorrow and despair spread with it.

As he spoke, Naraku's entire body became covered in irregular black spots, from which blood flowed, as if he had contracted an incurable disease.

"Act Three, Broken Fish Abyss."

Kyoraku Shunsui unleashed a terrifying spiritual pressure in one fell swoop, and a dark shadow that covered the entire battlefield rose from the ground, like an inverted abyss, dyeing the sky pure black.

"At the end, the silken sword was cut and blood stained the throat."

Taking advantage of Naraku Sora being distracted by the first three acts, Kyoraku Shunsui flashed behind him, calmly sheathed his sword, and white, silky spiritual threads wrapped around his fingertips.

"It's over, junior brother."

Without a sound, the silk thread wrapped around Naraku's neck. With his arms outstretched, the spiritual silk thread tightened instantly, revealing an extremely dazzling sharpness.

hum-

A violent tremor emanated from the spirit particle threads, but the anticipated scene of the head exploding did not occur.

Kyoraku Shunsui turned around in astonishment and saw a scene that was completely unexpected.

The final attack was completely blocked by a jet-black blade.

Naraku Sora's injuries were healing at a visible speed, and he returned to normal in the blink of an eye.

Seeing the spiritual threads breaking one after another, Kyoraku Shunsui's pupils shrank. Ignoring the orders given to him by the creator, he turned around and fled into the distance.

In the blink of an eye, it had covered dozens of kilometers.

Duan Yu Yuan could hold him off for a few seconds, and with the added effects of the shame and the trauma of hesitation, it was enough for him to escape Naraku's spiritual pressure range.

As long as we can escape to that place...

Kyoraku Shunsui gritted his teeth, squeezed out the remaining spiritual pressure once again, and increased the speed of Shunpo by a significant margin.

Watching the fleeing figure, Naraku did not chase after it, but simply raised his blood-stained hand.

A torrent of pitch-black energy surged forth, coalescing into a massive black sphere of light that, like a black hole, devoured everything around it.

Twisted, jagged lines were scattered left and right, and the surrounding space emitted a creaking sound that sent chills down one's spine.

Wang Xu's brilliance!

The torrent swept across the sky, instantly covering a distance of tens of kilometers, and struck Kyoraku Shunsui, who was fleeing.

In an instant, fireworks burst forth!

Chapter 312 Aizen, You're Too Arrogant

Looking at Kyoraku Shunsui, who had been blown to pieces, Naraku Sora nodded in satisfaction, wiped his face, and immediately dispelled his Hollowfication.

The stronger copy captains have all come to surround and kill him; among the remaining captains, there don't seem to be any particularly strong ones.

He counted on his fingers.

The rest are nothing more than clones of the likes of Lou Shilang and Kensei.

With the strength of Komamura Sajin and the others, they should be able to handle this easily.

Moreover, given their level of talent, a life-or-death battle might further enhance their abilities.

Naraku Sora appeared atop a spire, overlooking the chaotic Seireitei.

The high-ranking Grim Reapers each led a squad of Grim Reapers, moving through the streets and alleys, taking over important facilities.

When the copy captain of his squad died, most people saw his body turn into clay, collapse and disintegrate, presenting a death appearance that was completely unlike that of a normal person.

Therefore, new interpretations of the news of Naraku Sora's betrayal quickly emerged.

Lord Naraku did this entirely because there was a traitor among the Gotei 13!

The Shinigami believe that Lord Naraku would rather suffer the injustice of betrayal than betray the Seireitei.

Such a great sense of responsibility is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Only people like this are worthy of our loyal following!

With mixed feelings, more and more Shinigami joined the fight against the clones and began searching throughout Seireitei.

…………

In a research room of the 12th Division.

Inaba Kagerou stared intently at the screen in front of him, his eyes twitching wildly, his face showing anger mixed with a hint of fear.

Damn it, damn it!

Now I finally understand why this guy can't be copied; it turns out his soul has been corrupted by the Void Poison.

but.