Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

Fortunately, this level of injury was nothing to Naraku Sora.

As long as spiritual pressure is applied to hyper-regeneration, an arm can be regrown in the blink of an eye.

The battle between the two lasted for an unknown period of time, and even someone as strong as him felt a bit tired.

On the other hand, Yamamoto on the opposite side maintained his vigorous posture and showed no signs of fatigue whatsoever.

It's even more powerful than if it had been injected with Kunxue.

Although he was constantly at a disadvantage and was mercilessly beaten by Yamamoto, he was still able to barely hold on.

It's just unclear when Yamamoto will be able to overcome the "emptiness" within him.

If this drags on any longer, he might be fine, but Hueco Mundo will be the first to collapse.

Feeling the burning sensation in his nasal cavity, Naraku grinned and vanished from his spot.

When it reappeared, it was already behind Yamamoto.

The demon, wielding a black and red lightning bolt, swept across the old man's side.

Yamamoto suddenly turned around, his Zankaku slashing backward, the charred blade blocking the trajectory of the incoming sword pressure.

A ferocious arc was outlined on the white bone mask, and golden vertical pupils instantly locked onto Naraku's figure. His left hand spread its five fingers, pulling at Burning Wind, and then instantly clenched them together.

A deafening roar followed.

A figure streaked across the sky like a shooting star, creating a massive crater thousands of meters in diameter on the ravaged land.

But just as the two separated, Aizen seized the opportunity and instantly regained control.

"Binding Spell Number Ninety-Nine: Forbidden!"

A belt and nails appeared out of thin air, binding Yamamoto's hands.

"Binding Spell Number Ninety-Nine - Second - Mantra Forbidden!"

"The first song·stop the tension."

A vast, ocean-like spiritual pressure surged, transforming into strips of cloth imbued with powerful binding force. These strips wrapped around and sealed Yamamoto's body, instantly restricting his movement.

"Two-section Hundred-link bolt".

Hundreds of iron nails materialized out of thin air, piercing through the steel sheet and embedding themselves deep into the flesh.

Aizen's pupils turned into a dazzling golden yellow.

"Finale: Swastika Forbidden Seal!"

Spiritual pressure surged down from the sky, condensing into a towering stone monument beneath the night sky before crashing down.

Countless dust particles rose up, obscuring the sky and spreading for tens of kilometers in an instant.

Looking at that exaggerated performance, Kisuke Urahara couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement.

As a genius with considerable expertise in the field of demonic arts, he knew very well how much spiritual pressure would be required to achieve this level.

It appeared that only two monsters were exchanging blows on the field, but in reality, Aizen was no less formidable than the master and his disciple.

It's just that their fighting styles are different.

Yamamoto and Naraku Sora are from the same lineage; both of them fight with a reckless style, their minds solely focused on the thrill of battle.

Aizen, on the other hand, is better at handling things calmly and prefers to achieve the greatest results with the least effort.

Originally, it was thought that the Ninety-Nine Binding Path could suppress it for a while, but the next second, the huge stone tablet disappeared into thin air, as if it had been completely erased.

Under the crimson sky, Yamamoto walked among them, like a human-shaped natural disaster.

He paid no attention to Aizen who had just made a move; he was only focused on causing trouble for Naraku Sora.

It was as if he only had eyes for this one person.

Seeing Yamamoto reappear before him, Naraku Sora couldn't help but feel like he'd been screwed over.

This old man probably hasn't lost his mind at all; he's just thinking of taking this opportunity to bully his poor, weak disciple.

Soon, the charred longsword and the black and red blade clashed again, sparks flying everywhere, igniting the surrounding desert.

Naraku Sora stared at the bone mask so close to him, gritted his teeth, and squeezed out the last bit of spiritual pressure to support the broken fire katana while suddenly raising his left arm backward.

Just then, a crack appeared in the white bone mask opposite, the gold in the eyes gradually faded, and the familiar gaze returned.

A relieved smile appeared on Yamamoto's face:

"Boy, I have completed the Void..."

However, before he could finish speaking, a fist grew infinitely large, instantly filling his entire field of vision.

Then, it hit that unprotected face squarely.

boom--

The sphere was shaken!

Chapter 335 Wishes Fulfilled

No one knows his own strength better than Yamamoto. Even if he loses his mind and is lacking in technique and method, the increased strength from Hollowfication fills that gap.

Therefore, Naraku Sora, who was fighting against himself, was definitely the one who suffered the most in this Hollowfication experiment.

Not only do they have to withstand temperatures of 15 million degrees, but they also have to consider not attacking vital areas such as the head and soul.

So Yamamoto originally intended to give his apprentice a good praise, but the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was not that ugly face.

It was the iron fist of the rebellious disciple, imbued with "filial piety."

It was even interspersed with leaping black and red electric arcs, distorting the surrounding space.

Then, the burning fist instantly broke through the limitations of space, unleashing a deafening roar.

In an instant, Yamamoto, who had completed his Hollowfication and should have become a true supreme being, was as if he had been hit head-on by a Kido Cannon.

With just one punch, blood gushed out, and his nose was crooked to one side, as if a sauce shop had been opened, with salty, sour, and spicy sauces all rolling out at once.

Yamamoto's head tilted back, most of his neck pulling his head up like a hammer, flying into the sky with a series of bursting white shockwaves.

It swept across the desert in an instant, crashing down like a meteorite.

boom--

The silver sea churned, sand waves rose into the sky over a range of tens of kilometers, a mushroom cloud rose in the void, a gale swept and howled, and terrifying air waves continued to expand.

Aizen stared in astonishment at the exaggerated scene, unable to recover for a long time.

After an unknown amount of time, he sighed deeply, and his gaze toward Naraku Sora held a hint of pity.

Don't worry, I will fulfill your unfinished wishes after you are gone.

Urahara Kisuke, on the other hand, wore a genuine smile, his mouth almost reaching the back of his head, wishing he could immediately summon a batch of spirit insects from Hueco Mundo.

Let's capture a 360-degree, no-dead-angle shot of what's about to happen.

He took a deep breath, his face full of excitement, with a wonderful feeling of "after the clouds have parted, the moon will shine again".

As scientists, the two were well aware that Yamamoto had just defeated the "virtual" within his inner world and successfully mastered the ability to become ethereal.

But the situation regarding the remaining Ten Espada is unclear.

They only saw their king's sinister smile suddenly disappear, replaced by a look of utter despair.

Could it be that the king used too much force in his punch and accidentally killed his own teacher?

Upon realizing this, the Arrancar's expressions immediately turned serious.

If that's the case, then things will be really bad.

Speaking of which, that old man was the Captain-Commander of the Gotei 13 of Soul Society.

If the King were to accidentally kill him, would the King be banished from Soul Society?

If that's the case, wouldn't we be able to stay in Hueco Mundo indefinitely?

The thought of fighting Naraku every day brought a genuine smile to Grimmjow's blood-stained face.

However, the next second, a towering pillar of fire suddenly rose from the sinkhole that had exploded into a mushroom cloud, shooting straight into the sky.

A burning figure emerged from the swirling dust, his entire body radiating a palpable killing intent.

Each step leaves large scorch marks.

The silver sand melted, solidified, and formed a glassy, ​​glassy substance.

Yamamoto's old face was a kaleidoscope of colors, as if a dye shop had been opened. He spoke slowly, his voice not loud, but it reached everyone's ears precisely.

"I just said that the etherealization is complete, are you deaf, kid?"

Naraku forced a fawning smile, trying to awaken Yamamoto's love for his disciple, but it seemed to have no effect.

"Ahem, teacher, you know me."

"They were weak, pitiful, and helpless, with no strength to even kill a chicken."

"When facing a teacher in a phantom state, you have to fight with all your might, otherwise you could be killed at any time."

"At that critical moment, even if I wanted to stop, it was too late."

The old man took a deep breath to suppress his rising blood pressure.

Put yourself in his shoes; if he were Naraku Sora, he certainly wouldn't dare to hold back either, otherwise he might really be killed.

In the virtual state, there is no such thing as family affection.

However, just as he was about to let the traitor go, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

It's Kisuke Urahara.

Yamamoto raised an eyebrow, just as he was about to ask a question, when Urahara Kisuke activated his Bankai without saying a word.

A huge, sleeveless woman in a kimono appeared behind him, and then countless spiritual threads wove together, instantly forming a "Naraku Ryushi Picture".

On the screen, Naraku Sora grinned, his expression ferocious and savage, clearly the despicable man who had finally succeeded in his long-planned scheme.

Upon seeing this, Naraku Sora's eyes widened in shock.

brute!