Reborn as the God of Death and became the Captain of the Ten Blades

Pikachu continued, releasing wind blades to cut relentlessly, as if he was deliberately controlling the strength to ensure that Komamura Sajin would not die too quickly. Every scar, every drop of blood that flowed, was like drinking some contraband, making them feel high and crazy.

However, what hundreds of Picaros did not notice was that distorted spatial ripples appeared behind Komamura Satsuki's gradually weakening body.

A shadow that looked like a wolf but was not a wolf appeared out of thin air. Its entire body was illusory and transparent, except for a pair of red eyes that were as bright as stars.

An extremely brutal aura emanated from it, which attracted the attention of these children.

They all stopped what they were doing in unison, feeling threatened, and looked behind Komamura Satsujin.

Feeling the uncontrollable palpitations in his heart, the leading Picaro was shocked and realized that the situation was developing in an uncontrollable direction.

He asked loudly, "What is this?"

From the moment the wolf king's shadow appeared, Komamura Satsuki found that the pain in his body had been reduced by more than half.

Without answering Pikaro's words, a huge spiritual pressure suddenly erupted from Kurokan Myooh. Unlike the previous one, this spiritual pressure was filled with tyranny and cruelty.

If the previous Komamura Satsuki was a strongman who only knew how to defeat others with force, then now he is a lone wolf who has been forced into a desperate situation and is mad with a single-minded madness.

Pikaro was caught off guard and, clinging to Ming Wang, felt as if his body was hit by a heavy hammer. The pain was so severe that his brain went blank for a moment, and his body flew outwards uncontrollably and fell heavily to the ground.

Komamura Satsujin regained his composure: "You just asked me what this thing is. I don't know. Perhaps it is destined that I should not die here."

In the dark? After hearing such vague words, the leader Picaro felt inexplicably humiliated and teased: "Hahaha, hahaha, the dignified God of Death actually brought up theism, do you think I'm an idiot?"

"Whether you believe it or not, as I said before, living in a group is your advantage, but also your fatal disadvantage."

"Disadvantage?" Picaro raised his arm and shouted as if he had just come up with the funniest joke: "Friends, let this god of death see our disadvantages."

With a burst of sparse sounds, the Picaros that had just been severely injured flew back into the air.

In mint condition.

Komamura Satsuki said, "Super-speed regeneration? What if my attack exceeds the regeneration speed?"

After saying that, he raised his Zanpakutō again and slashed towards the most crowded area.

"Hahaha, God of Death, no matter how many times you want me to say it, it's useless. No matter how many times you swing, you can't hurt us at all. There is only one ending for you, which is to be toyed to death by us." The words were still arrogant.

As soon as the words fell, a painful scream was heard accompanied by a dull sound.

"What?" The leading child Xu immediately turned around and saw three Picaros lying on the ground, their life force gone.

He was stunned to see a black shadow falling from the sky and a black Zanpakuto coming towards him with the force of a mountain. The next second, he was horrified to find that his soul was locked and his spiritual pressure could not be used normally.

Looking up, what I saw was a pair of red eyes that exuded a tyrannical and cruel aura.

Seeing that the Zanpakutō was about to fall on him, in a panic, a large amount of spiritual pressure surged out of his body, and he roared: "Death God, don't be too proud."

At this time, the leader Picaro actually broke free from the shackles of the wolf king's phantom, and all the spiritual pressure poured into his back. At this moment, the wings behind him flapped wildly, and countless wind blades gushed out. Tian Qian paused and took the opportunity to dodge in time.

Seeing that the attack failed, Komamura Satsujin did not choose to pursue, but said slowly: "It seems that my guess is correct. You call yourselves Arrancar and have the ability to release your Zanpakutō, but you clearly released it, but you don't have your Zanpakutō. If I am not mistaken, the wings or wind blades behind you are the Zanpakutō itself."

Pointing at the somewhat depressed Picaro in the air, he continued, "And you should be able to share spiritual pressure through some ability, otherwise, you would have died from that attack just now."

When the leader Picaro heard this, he couldn't accept the change of identity for a moment. He, who was already weak in willpower, suddenly let out a hysterical scream. His facial features were twisted into a ball, his eyes were red, and the muscles on his face bulged. He looked like a madman: "Damn it, damn it, I will kill you, Death, I will kill you."

Hundreds of Picaros screamed in unison: "Kill you, kill you, kill you..."

The madness spread quickly and soon affected all the Picaros. Like a ritual, they all flew in the same direction and gathered quickly.

"Here it comes." Komamura Sajin said in a low voice.

All the Picaros gathered together, densely packed, chanting in unison: "Kill you, kill you..."

The next second, they opened their mouths at the same time, and a green light gathered in their mouths, growing at a speed visible to the naked eye. Then it gathered together, and the green light condensed into substance, soon reaching its limit and suddenly blasted towards the Black King.

The speed was so fast that there was no time to dodge, or perhaps Komamura Sajin had no intention of dodging.

He poured all of the remaining spiritual pressure in his body into his Zanpakutō, roared angrily, and charged towards the Hollow.

This is a Void Flash that is a fusion of hundreds of Picaros. It is so powerful that it is among the best among the Achukas Arrancar.

The moment his Zanpakutō touched the Void, Komamura Sajin felt as if he was hit hard by a huge force. His soul felt a piercing pain and his body took a few steps back uncontrollably.

But this feeling of pain aroused his ferocious instinct even more. The eyes of the wolf king's phantom behind him glowed red, and his wolf kiss was facing the virtual moon in the sky. In the haze, a wolf king seemed to appear in Komamura Zuozhen's mind, covered in blood, standing under the silvery moonlight, staring at the sky, and letting out a loud and long howl.

"Ah..." Komamura's left formation was filled with ferocity, and he found strength from nowhere. He stepped forward one step at a time, despite the combined flashes of hundreds of Picaros.

With an angry roar, Tianqian Mingwang split the green flash and slashed heavily at the Pikachu group.

At this time, the Pikaro Hollows no longer had the strength to fight, and were locked by the Wolf King's shadow, so they could only watch the huge Zanpakutō fall.

"boom."

Komamura Satsujin took advantage of the victory and attacked dozens of times in a row, determined to completely wipe out this group of child Hollows.

When the dust settled, the ground was covered with Picaro's corpses.

There were still five Picaros floating in the air trembling with fear. The Picaro in the lead was no longer as arrogant as before. White liquid was swirling on his body, his breath was weak, and he looked frightened.

He suddenly pointed at Komamura and shouted frantically: "You are a devil, you are a devil, you are not the god of death, you are a devil." The sharp shout added a bit of horror.