I am the savior, do you have any objection?

The massive spiritual particles surrounding her caused her power to increase exponentially, and she prepared to break free immediately.

"Ah—!" In an instant, a powerful spiritual pressure, even for a captain-level individual, was released.

In this world, spiritual pressure is everything. Even Aizen's Kyoka Suigetsu cannot be effective against those whose spiritual pressure far exceeds his own.

It's just a rope I casually twisted together! Watch me break free!

Then! Then Yoruichi howled for a long time, and under the watchful eyes of Kisuke Urahara and the bespectacled man, she pulled the dog leash in Kerry's hand to its limit.

Then nothing happened except for the cat hair on my back standing up.

But it was at this very moment of shame that death finally arrived.

Suddenly, the rooftops of the surrounding buildings were filled with people.

Dressed in black Shinigami uniforms and wearing wooden clogs or cloth shoes, the Shinigami appeared on the visible buildings as if they had teleported.

At the very front of them, on the rooftops of the buildings on the street where Kerry was, stood a row of figures wearing white captain's haoris over their Shinigami uniforms.

At first glance, it is strikingly clear that:

Yamamoto, Zaihou, Ichimaru Gin.

Hinamori, Byakuya, Murakuzuo Formation.

Tosen, Kenpachi, Toshiro.

Because Aizen suddenly disappeared and Hirako is still in the human world as a Visored, the acting captain of the Fifth Division is currently Hinamori Momo, the Shinigami known for her tough love.

Ukitake is currently on sick leave, so he hasn't been given a mobilization order yet.

Unohana, Mayuri Kurotsuchi, and the intelligence team leader—these three support personnel were not sent to the front lines.

In about two seconds, Kerry saw people all around him.

The spiritual pressure from all sides locked onto him simultaneously, like a mountain collapsing... as harmless as a spring breeze.

Kree is a hellish monk who eats souls.

Arriving in this place, which resembles the underworld, I was surrounded by powerful souls who had responsibilities and strength but no authority.

This can't be described as going home; it's more like a rat entering a rice granary, a weasel entering a chicken coop, or a black man entering a department store.

Yamamoto slammed his cane against the dilapidated roof beneath his feet, sending a shower of rubble flying.

Beneath his white eyebrows, a pair of aged but powerful eyes stared at Kerry, his voice booming like a great bell.

"Who is the leader of this thief? How dare you disrupt the balance of Yin and Yang and trespass into the Soul Society! State your purpose!"

Death remained silent all around, only the imposing voice echoed across the land.

"Hehehe, you don't need to know the names. As for your purpose, as long as you honestly hand over all the nobles and the people of the Forty-Six Chambers, I can spare you watchdogs."

Kerry glanced at the dreadlocked black men, Tosen Kaname and Ichimaru Gin, in the crowd and confirmed his thoughts.

In the crowd, Hinamori was staring at him with resentment. Presumably, everyone was speculating that Kree's appearance was related to Aizen's departure, and this resilient king who admired Aizen had now marked Kree with hatred.

"Nonsense! A cowardly rat hiding his identity and showing his tail actually dares to attack Room 46!"

Yamamoto had initially assumed that some expert had arrived with a large group of people.

There was only one.

Yhwach, the legendary son of the Soul King, came with a large group of Quincy, but he still managed to kill them all.

Someone actually dared to venture into Soul Society all by themselves?

You think you can be better than Yhwach?

Among the crowd, only Tosen paused for a moment after hearing Kerry's request.

But he also sighed inwardly, thinking that if this person had sneaked in and been discovered, he might have been able to become an asset to his side.

Judging from Yamamoto's posture, the opponent must be quite strong. It's just a pity that in such a public place, even if he wanted to protect him, he couldn't.

The other captains felt that a thief who didn't know his place had arrived.

Instead, Soi Fon stared intently at Yoruichi, who was being led by Kerry.

Several others were also watching Urahara Kisuke and his companion.

"Let's do it!"

Yamamoto did not make a move himself, but simply tapped his cane lightly.

The next moment, Toshiro Hitsugaya, Momo Hinamori, and Sajin Komamura, a masked dog, appeared directly next to Kree.

Three swords, none of which had been released from their initial release, attacked Kree from three directions.

Meanwhile, Kisuke Urahara once again drew his sword, Benihime, aiming at what he perceived as a weakness.

"laugh!"

But all the four of them heard was a laugh.

The next moment, a sense of terror began to grow in everyone's hearts.

It's like raising a sword against a mountain, or holding a katana against a vast ocean.

An unimaginable, boundless spiritual pressure was released from Kree.

Besides highlighting one's level of power, spiritual pressure is essentially the pressure generated by the density of one's soul.

Ordinary souls are composed of spirit particles, but powerful Shinigami have highly compressed spirit particles into their bodies, turning them into heavy spirit particles, which results in extremely high spiritual pressure.

But if we're talking about the density of the soul...

This is!

Even Yamamoto's eyes widened.

Because the souls before him seemed to be the condensation of more than a million mortal souls into one.

And it rotates in an extremely strange way, not only at the soul level, but also directly filling the user's limbs and bones, bringing with it waves of magnetic field power.

Moreover, it was by no means a purely powerful soul.

Even Yamamoto, who had once walked through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, knew that although those souls had been completely refined and merged, they contained immense resentment and other emotions, which were simply suppressed and banished by the user's powerful strength.

Every ounce of a soul is cruelly taken from its former owner.

A sense of evil and bloodshed overwhelmed me.

What the hell is this elite Death Squad? Under such pressure, only the Commander could barely move his fingers, and only the Vice-Captain could barely stand.

Only the highest-ranking captains possess spiritual pressure that allows them to move and fight using the heavy spiritual particles within their bodies.

Even if they were able to move, they would be fighting under immense pressure.

Kisuke Urahara thought that coming to Soul Society was his home turf, and that he could use Bankai at any time without worrying about the common people.

Unexpectedly, it felt more like entering the enemy's lair.

A feeling of fear rose within Hinamori, rendering her almost completely immobile.

The other two men who had been holding knives also changed their expressions and stepped back.

They no longer cared about why someone devouring so many souls hadn't caused the collapse of the Three Realms.

Such an attack would probably not even scratch someone with this level of spiritual pressure. The most important thing right now is to use Bankai!

However, Kerry had no interest in paying attention to these people.

Although most of these people are diligent and conscientious civil servants, it cannot be denied that they are essentially accomplices to evil, whether they want to or not.

If it weren't for the need to avoid killing too many people and causing the collapse of the Three Realms, and instead to limit the precious spots to nobles of all ranks, he would have killed them all.

As Krie took a step, houses in several neighborhoods of Rukongai collapsed.

Countless Grim Reapers fell from the rooftops, only to be suppressed by spiritual pressure while lying on the ground.

Kerry walked toward the Soul Society as if no one around him existed.

Chapter 392 Yamamoto, I curse your ancestors!

Shaking.

He gritted his teeth as he watched the group forcibly dragging the cat toward the Seireitei.

However, even captains face immense psychological pressure to move due to the enormous pressure.

Of course, there's one person involved.

"All things return to ashes. Like a flowing blade, it burns!"

A light, like ashes, ignited from the cane.

The founder of the 13th Division, the old man known as the strongest Shinigami in a thousand years, has finally made a move.

The white robe fluttered in the air, and although it was weaker than Krina's terrifying soul density, it was pure spiritual pressure from this world.

Now things are really messed up. The captains could still move a little, but as soon as Yamamoto made his move, his spiritual pressure and Kree's spiritual pressure both covered them. Except for Kenpachi, who was breaking free of his restraints and still holding his sword, everyone else was lying on the ground.

The flames burned on Yamamoto's katana as if they were flowing with life.

Kerry didn't know why these Shinigami liked to use their Zanpakuto first, then their Shikai, and finally their Bankai.

However, this may be related to the fact that they all assume that the other party also has a second or third stage.

After all, in the Grim Reaper's world, it seems that besides overwhelming strength, whoever activates their Holy Body or Bankai first is destined to lie on the ground.

Seeing Yamamoto, who was holding Ryujin Jakka and using Shunpo to get between him and Seireitei, Kerry reluctantly let go of the cat leash once again.

"I spared you because I didn't want to cause instability in Hell and the Three Realms by killing you, but you're still being unreasonable?"

As he spoke, a chakra staff materialized in Kerry's hand.

This is a showdown between Bleach and Naruto.

"If you wish to set foot in the Seireitei, which I have guarded for a thousand years, you will have to step over my corpse!"

The flowing fire snakes scattered, and with a slight shake of the blade, flames leaped dozens of meters high.

"Yamamoto, hell is already waiting for you."

After uttering a double-crown sentence, Kerry pointed his cane at Yamamoto.

Battle is imminent.

"boom!"

In the blink of an eye, the two men's weapons clashed in mid-air.

But at the moment the weapons clashed, the immense force caused Yamamoto's hand to split open, yet a sly smile, typical of an old man, appeared on his face.

His attacks were never with a katana, but with fire.

"torch!"

The raging flames spread from where the weapons clashed.

Like a tidal wave, it tried to engulf Kerry, who was holding the staff.

Unfortunately for Kree, the staff was not a means of attack.

"Soul Rotation! 62 Horsepower, Whale-Slaying Overlord Fist!"

"what!"

The voice didn't come from in front of Yamamoto; it sounded almost the instant the katana felt its power disappear, right behind Yamamoto.

The astonishing power and will almost coalesced into the afterimage of a mutated killer whale in the sky.

Kree learned this attack from when he merged with Oga, and with his current power, he could easily destroy the entire Soul Society.

However, Kerry focused the power solely on his fist, concentrating it on a single point, and used all his strength to kill the enemy.

"Gah!"

Unable to control himself, Yamamoto opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.

His chest was pierced directly by Kree's attack. Although Shinigami and ninjas are not like those pure glass cannons, they can protect their bodies with spiritual pressure, but they are still not as good as the metal-clad Hollows and Quincy's protection. Basically, if a sword of the same level touches the body, the person will die.

Although Kree had tried his best to suppress the power to a point, there were still aftershocks due to the inadequacy of his complete realm.

Suddenly, the ground on the entire street was blown up inch by inch like yellow sand under a storm, resembling fish scales.