Death: This Death is not serious

"Why can't you let us go!?"

An Achukas was furious and shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice echoing.

"Why can those guys like Sunsun escape death, while we have to suffer such a fate!"

Another Achukas followed closely, his face full of reluctance and anger.

"No, we don't want to die! We are stronger than Apache and the others, we can become more valuable servants!"

More Achukas shouted, their emotions became more and more excited, and their originally frightened faces became hideous and distorted at this moment.

The Achukas on the side of Xuye Palace suddenly fell into chaos, and the roars came one after another, as if they were going to overturn this sea of ​​sand.

Fendol, who was standing aside, watched all this nervously.

His expression was also very ugly. He turned his head and whispered to Abiram beside him:

"Abirama, the situation is not good. If these guys fight, we will take advantage of the chaos to escape. Such a strong man appeared in Hueco Mundo. We must report the situation to His Majesty!"

Abirama frowned slightly and nodded slightly to show that he understood.

Although he was a little uneasy, he decided to follow Fendol's arrangement.

At this time, the entire sand sea was suffocated by a strong and suffocating spiritual pressure.

The air seemed to become sticky, making it difficult for people to move, as if they were carrying a mountain on their backs.

Facing the excited Achukas,

Aozaki Mayu just shook his head lightly and said calmly:

"You are not worth living."

Sunsun, Apache and Mira Ross, although they are Achukas,

but they have a pivotal position in Harribel's heart, and she is even willing to sacrifice her life for them.

And taking in the three girls is equivalent to winning over Harribel, a rare Vastode-level Hollow in Hueco Mundo, and it can even be said that she has gained her loyalty.

Not to mention these dozen Achukas, even dozens or hundreds of Achukas are not as good as Harribel alone.

And these Achukas in front of them are not very strong, and there is no Vastode willing to sacrifice their lives for them.

In Aozaki Mayu's heart, naturally, there is no value in living.

"The fourth of the broken way, the white thunder!"

Swoosh! !

The white thunder roared out from the fingertips like a silver dragon, drawing a dazzling silver-white arc in the air.

Its speed was so fast, like lightning, that the surrounding air was squeezed and made a low burst.

And the target of this thunder was the figure suspended in the air-

Abiram, the red-feathered and white-faced griffin who was loyal to Bylergan!

Fendor screamed in horror: "Abiram! Be careful!!"

Then, there was a loud "bang", and the deafening roar seemed to tear the entire space apart.

The violent thunder and lightning almost engulfed Abiram's figure.

Abiram was stunned and stood there, his limbs trembling as if he had lost his strength, and he seemed to be completely unable to control his body.

His face was as pale as paper, bloodless, and even his thinking was stagnant. He had no idea what had just happened.

At this moment, a huge hollow that looked like a turtle suddenly appeared in front of him, using its solid body to block the fatal current that was about to pierce his chest.

The current penetrated the hollow's tortoise shell, penetrated the body, and shot through Abiram's wings!

"Fendor..."

Finally coming to his senses, Abiram fell heavily to the ground, swallowed a mouthful of saliva in his throat with difficulty, and felt dry mouth and tongue.

At this time, Fendor, who had completed the throwing action, narrowed his eyes slightly and waved his hand gently.

"Don't take it lightly just because you can fly, that man is far from an opponent we can deal with!!"

"What a powerful knight!"

Satsuki Aozaki held Oswell's soul, carefully examined it and gently weighed it, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

His eyes casually swept over the red griffin lying on the ground.

Abiram, who was struggling on the ground, seemed to feel something. He raised his head and met those eyes, and trembled as if struck by lightning.

Just a glance, the breath of death and the terrifying pressure that he had just experienced swept over again.

Even with the protection of Fendor, Abiram still felt that there was endless danger all around, and his body seemed to have fallen into the ice of ten thousand years.

"It's in vain. When death is approaching, can't you face it bravely like Oswell?"

Aozaki Mayuki shook his head regretfully, then looked away, with a hint of sarcasm on his face.

For these fragile lives in front of him,He did not kill them immediately.

After all, what he pursued was not killing itself, but powerful and precious souls.

If he did not want to deprive these Hollows of their fighting ability, I am afraid that just an ordinary white thunder would be able to annihilate their bodies into ashes.

"Who allowed you to save him?"

Aozaki Mayu held the knife in one hand, the blade flashed with cold light, and the pure white spiritual pressure was jumping around the blade, as dazzling as a burning flame.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and glanced at Fendor who was standing not far away.

Just this one glance made Fendor feel like he fell into an ice cellar and his whole body was cold.

He seemed to feel that the sky above his head was collapsing rapidly, and the ground under his feet was constantly torn apart, and a terrible sense of oppression swept over like an overwhelming force.

In front of this extremely powerful spiritual pressure, Fendor felt like a tiny ant that could be crushed into powder at any time.

In his perception of spiritual pressure, the spiritual pressure emitted by the god of death in front of him has surpassed most of the strong men in the palace of night.

Second only to the two top Vastodes of Sar Apollo and Bylergan!

At this moment, Aozaki Mazuki exudes a suffocating breath.

The pure white spiritual pressure rolled and surged around him, forming a huge vortex, as if to swallow the whole world.

Aozaki Mazuki ran quickly towards Fendor who dared to intervene in the battle without authorization, and the Yachukas standing between the two was instantly shattered under his butcher knife.

Screams suddenly came one after another, the broken limbs flew and blood splashed, and the bloody figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

With a flash of cold light, a big hole appeared on Fendor's chest, and large pieces of blood were sprayed.

After the screams stopped, Abiram completed the regeneration of his limbs, but when he looked up, he was shocked.

What he saw was a group of dead bodies scattered all over the ground, and the people who were so noisy just now suddenly lost their voices.

Before he could say anything, he felt a pain in his chest, and hot blood spilled in the sea of ​​sand.

A sharp long knife pierced his chest, and a slender palm quickly entered his chest, then pulled out, and then the world in front of him turned dark.