Naruto: Sasuke Uchiha Returns from Soul Society

Ulquiorra's condition was so dire that it was unbearable to witness.

The enormous spear of light not only pierced through his body, but its terrifying destructive force also completely tore his waist and abdomen apart.

The upper and lower body had been completely separated, leaving only some broken flesh and blood.

"This level of injury..."

As Acedo watched this scene, his hand holding the knife trembled slightly.

He knew that Hollows, especially Arrancars, usually possessed astonishing "super-fast regeneration" abilities.

As long as the skull is not completely destroyed, most limb fractures can heal quickly.

But there are limits. A fatal wound like this—where the entire waist and abdomen are completely obliterated, the body torn in two—is devastating...

His internal organs were completely destroyed, and his spiritual pressure circuits were severed.

The 40th Blade is probably dead.

Just as this thought crossed his mind, a mocking voice rang out beside him.

"Don't worry, he's not dead yet."

Asido turned his head in surprise.

Szayelaporro adjusted his glasses and stared at Ulquiorra's mangled body.

"Not dead?!"

Asido thought he had misheard.

It's rotten to that state, how could it still be alive?!

“This is all thanks to Lord Aizen.” Szayelaporro’s eyes gleamed with amusement. “Do you remember that experimental subject Lord Aizen brought back a while ago?”

"An experimental subject?" Heribel also came to her senses, her brows furrowing slightly.

She vaguely remembered that Aizen seemed to have brought back a strange human who had no spiritual pressure and could only shout.

"Yes."

Szayelaporro licked his lips, his speech quickening with excitement, "That guy named Hidan, although he's a complete waste with no spiritual pressure, his body possesses a characteristic that defies common sense..."

"Near-absolute immortality!"

"As long as the head is not destroyed, no matter how many injuries the body suffers, even if it is cut into pieces, his consciousness can remain clear, and as long as the pieces of flesh are pieced together, it can be miraculously healed."

"Lord Aizen conducted in-depth research on him, and I was fortunate enough to participate in a part of it."

Szayelaporro's eyes became unfocused. "I tried to combine the power of the Hogyoku, extract that power, and transplant it into the body of the Arrancar."

"Ulquiorra, because he possesses the most advanced 'super regeneration' ability among the Espada, became the perfect experimental subject."

Normally, after suffering a fatal injury of that level, the super-fast regeneration wouldn't have time to activate, and the person would die completely due to the instantaneous loss of life force.

But with that 'immortality,' everything is different!

It was as if to confirm Szayelaporro's words.

Ulquiorra propped himself up with his hands, followed by the sound of flesh writhing.

Countless green spiritual particles intertwined and converged at the severed waist and abdomen. In just a few breaths, Ulquiorra's lower body had been reconnected to his torso.

He pulled hard, ripping the dimmed spirit spear out of his body.

Except for his still-damaged white uniform, his body had completely recovered.

He drew his Zanpakuto from his waist, his green eyes devoid of any emotion as he calmly gazed at Gerald.

"It's a pity you couldn't kill me."

Chapter 268 The Release of the Ten Espada

On the sand dune, the leader of the Quincy looked down at the "resurrected" Arrancar with a mocking smile.

"What? Does surviving my attack make you proud?"

He crossed his arms, his long golden hair dancing wildly in the wind, his spiritual pressure heavy. "It's just a slightly more tenacious insect. I'll kill it again."

Ulquiorra slowly raised his hand, his fingertips pointing at the Quincy on the sand dunes.

"Seal it off, Blackwing Demon."

With a low murmur, dark green spiritual pressure spread out like ink, instantly enveloping his entire body.

Huge black wings suddenly unfurled behind him, and rain-like spiritual particles gathered at his fingertips, condensing into a deep, dark green sphere of light.

"Cero Flash".

The orb of light transformed into a beam of light, accompanied by a shriek, and hurtled towards the Quincy in the dunes.

With a loud boom, a huge buzzing sound.

Yellow sand and gravel rained down from the sky.

The Quincy in the lead didn't dodge or flinch, but instead took a step forward and blasted him with a Cero. His hat and mask were smashed, and his clothes were torn, but he himself was completely unharmed.

Beneath the mask was a head of long, flowing blond hair that reached past his shoulders, and a handsome, strong face.

The head is adorned with an olive branch crown, and a pair of Epsilon-shaped black marks extend from the sides of the forehead down to the lower part of the face.

The absence of eyebrows makes him appear even more fierce.

"Is that all?" Gerald dusted off his shoulders and grinned. "That's disappointing."

"Resistance is pointless."

He lifted his foot and took a step forward, his spiritual pressure surging once again.

"Wasn't my power just now enough to foreshadow your fate?" Gerald spread his arms wide. "No matter how you struggle, there will only be one final outcome..."

"That is to die in despair."

His gaze swept across the entire area, finally settling on the direction of Hueco Mundo.

"If that brat named Uchiha Sasuke doesn't show up soon, then..."

Gerald's voice turned cold and cruel, "This Hueco Mundo will today become a hunting ground for the Guhyasamaja Empire and be completely annihilated."

Stark narrowed his eyes, moved closer to Gerald, and pressed the muzzle of his gun against Gerald's forehead, where blue light converged.

"Although I hate trouble..."

"But your loud voice makes it really hard for anyone to fall asleep."

The man grabbed his robe with his right hand and lifted it up, while simultaneously flipping out a round shield engraved with a pentagram pattern with his left hand and parrying upwards.

The movement was not swift; although it blocked the fatal attack, the hasty defense was clearly not perfect.

Multiple phantom flashes were fired, blasting a long, narrow wound into his chest.

Only after feeling the pain did he react more, flipping his hand down to try and force back the attack that had caused him harm.

But Stark was one step ahead of him, pulling his hand back, while Cero surged again on his other hand.

However, it was only a few rounds of confrontation.

This once arrogant Sternritter member was now covered in wounds and looked utterly disheveled.

His body was severely damaged in a short period of time, and he seemed to have lost all his strength and the ability to continue fighting.

His colleagues, the extermination strategists who appeared in the shadows, including the newly risen Cheruger, were all just watching coldly, without any thought of providing support.

It was as if the life or death of their companion was none of their concern.

"Tch, is that all?" Grimmjow looked at the kneeling figure and spat disdainfully. "I thought this guy was some kind of genius, but he's just a big-mouthed bum who talks big."

He had his hands in his pockets, staring at Gerrard with disdain, a cold smile playing on his lips.

As expected, Aizen was right to place Stark at the position of the Espada.

Although this guy usually seems unmotivated, when it comes to actually fighting, his control over the battle situation is ridiculously strong.

They took down this seemingly arrogant Quincy so easily...

"Hey, you four-eyed frog."

Grimmjow turned to look at Cheruze not far away, his tone mocking, "Your comrades are all dying, what? Aren't you going to save them?"

"Or perhaps..." he grinned, revealing sharp teeth, "that you've been scared out of your wits?"

Kiruja pushed up his glasses, his eyes looking somewhat strange. He glanced at Gerald kneeling on the ground and revealed a sinister smile.

"Save?" he asked softly. "Why save?"

"Hmm?" Grimmjow frowned, the inexplicable sense of unease in his heart growing stronger.

Is this guy bluffing?

"For him..."

"The so-called damage is nothing more than a prelude to the arrival of a 'miracle'."

"What do you mean?" Stark also sensed something was wrong, and pointed his dual pistols at Gerald's head.

"Although I don't know what you're planning..."

"But my gut tells me that if I don't shut you up now, things will get really complicated later."

The man on the ground chuckled maniacally, his shoulders twitching and his head bobbing slightly: "Did you win? Arrancars, do you really think you won?"

Stark remained silent, a bright blue light emanating from the muzzle of his gun.

The finger pulled the trigger, and a Cero at point-blank range erupted.

A beam of azure light pierced Gerald's chest in an instant, evaporating his heart and most of his body in a flash.

Blood and flesh flew everywhere, and you could even see the scorched sand behind the huge blood hole.

Such injuries would be fatal to any living creature.

Gerald's body shuddered violently, instinctively wanting to convulse, but his broken body could no longer support even a simple raising of his hand.

Even though his chest felt empty and his life force was rapidly fading, the man's voice did not stop.

It even became louder and more resonant.