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

Facing a slash that contained all of Komamura's strength and was infinitely greater than his own, as the slash fell, a strong wind raged like a knife, making a rustling sound. Li Chuan still maintained a smiling expression and slowly stretched out his right hand.

Faced with such a powerful attack from Captain Komamura, everyone was shocked. They thought that under the same circumstances, it would not be easy to block Komamura's full-strength attack. They also hoped that Komamura could test out some of the strength of this traveler.

Li Chuan just stood there, not dodging or evading. What was he trying to do? Everyone was puzzled, including Kenpachi Zaraki. Suddenly, a terrifying thought came into their minds and could not be shaken off.

But the next scene confirmed what they thought.

There was no earth-shattering bombardment, nor the clear sound of blocking. It was even very dull, unexpected and yet expected. Li Chuan stretched out his ordinary right hand, without any spiritual pressure fluctuations, and grabbed and held the Zanpakuto that was completely disproportionate to his body, which seemed extremely strange.

Perhaps they couldn't believe what they were seeing, so all the Grim Reapers leaned forward slightly and opened their eyes wide to try to see more clearly.

"What?" Komamura looked at Li Chuan's hand holding his Zanpakutō in disbelief. He couldn't believe this scene. He used all his strength, but he couldn't pull out his Zanpakutō or cut it. It gave people a strange idea that the Zanpakutō was born in Li Chuan's hand.

Shooting ranger Tetsuzaemon shouted nervously from below: "Captain." Faced with the horrifying scene in front of him, he simply couldn't believe that the Bankai used by the captain he admired would be easily blocked by Li Chuan.

Ever since he met Li Chuan, Komamura has always been filled with contempt from Li Chuan, whether in words or actions. The Bankai that he was so proud of was humiliatingly held in the other party's hand, and he could not pull it out. In an instant, Komamura's heart was filled with tremendous anger and unwillingness, and his body could not stop shaking.

"Don't underestimate me." Komamura roared angrily, and his voice spread in all directions.

At this time.

An even larger and more condensed spiritual pressure condensed from Komamura's body. At the same time, the black-armored warrior's arms appeared even darker in the sunlight, with blue veins exposed, as if they were about to break through the skin and meander like a snake.

"Ah..." Komamura became more and more crazy, and roars like both a human and an animal came out of his mouth, resounding through the sky and filling people with fear.

As he roared, he swung the Zanpakuto in his hand downwards with tremendous force.

But the force was like a stone sinking into the sea, without causing any ripples. The hand holding the Zanpakuto was as steady as a rock, which coupled with Li Chuan's smiling expression made it even more weird.

Komamura acted as if he didn't see anything, his eyes flashing with a gleam of light, and spiritual pressure as real as substance continued to burst out from his body. His hands holding his Zanpakutō tore large and small wounds on the huge black samurai's arms, and the blood that flowed out of the wounds was instantly evaporated by the spiritual pressure.

At the same time, a vague phantom of a werewolf appeared behind Komamura as if the space was distorted, howling towards the sky and emitting a brutal and gloomy aura. The phantom of the werewolf overlapped with Komamura but was a head taller than Komamura. No claws, mouth or nose could be seen, only the outline of the ears and green eyes could be seen.

As Komamura exerted more powerful force, red light emerged from the depths of his green eyes, until finally the red light was as bright as an incandescent lamp in the dark night, emitting a bloodthirsty and crazy aura. The bright red eyes stared straight at Li Chuan, as if they wanted to tear him to pieces. The wounds on Komamura and the huge black-armored warrior's arms were densely packed with "ripping" sounds, which filled the sky above the Double Killing Platform and made it even more terrifying.

The Shinigami below also saw Komamura in this form for the first time. They all had different expressions and stared at the sky.

As more and more powerful spiritual pressure was injected, the torn wounds on Komamura's arms and the arms of the giant black-armored warrior became more and more numerous and larger. The sound of "ripping" was endless, as if someone was being tortured to death, and blood gushed out.

Komamura's life force was dissipating at a speed visible to the naked eye. If it was not stopped, his entire arm would not be able to withstand the enormous spiritual pressure and would be torn apart and disintegrated, eventually leading to death from exhaustion.

But the Shinigami below did not stop him or persuade him. This was Komamura's battle, a battle he had to face. Even the craziest Kenpachi Zaraki became silent, and a sad mood filled the hearts of the Shinigami.

Chunshui pressed the Dai Li on his head with his hand, sighed softly, and looked at Li Chuan with a cold look in his eyes.

Shooting Range Tetsuzaemon suddenly became quiet, his eyes behind his sunglasses were bloodshot, he tried hard to hold back the tears, and looked at Li Chuan with hatred and determination.

Li Chuan felt the increasing force coming from his hands, looking at the darker, more ferocious arms. With his keen eyesight, he could naturally see that if Komamura allowed to exert his strength, his hands would eventually collapse and he would die of exhaustion.

"Hey." Although he said it arrogantly, he was unwilling to kill Komamura after all.

He put away his smile, separated his right hand from his Zanpakutō, and at the moment when his Zanpakutō was about to cut him down, he snapped his fingers on the huge blade like lightning.

"Ding~~~" the sound of fingers and Zanpakuto intersecting suddenly appeared above the Double Killing Platform, the sound spread out like waves, the wolf shadow collapsed, and the sound of finger snapping filled the entire space in a short while, like needles piercing into the ears of the Shinigami below. The Shinigami with weaker strength felt that they were completely isolated from the outside world, with only the ding-ling sound filling their heads, and it took them a long time to react.

Komamura's entire body in the air staggered back dozens of meters as if under a huge force. The huge black warrior also disintegrated and disappeared. His body softened and fell from the air.

At the last moment of his coma, he glanced at Li Chuan standing in the air with a complicated expression, and naturally knew that Li Chuan had finally saved his life.

"Then I feel relieved." He murmured softly, then closed his eyes and fell into endless darkness.

"Captain, captain." The nervous Tetsuzaemon came quickly to Komamura, looked at Komamura on the ground with his broken arms, and looked at him, dying but still holding his Zanpakuto tightly. He had a sad expression. Finally, he looked at Li Chuan in the air with a complicated expression, which contained hatred, gratitude, and then turned into boundless determination.

Finally, he picked up the dying Komamura and ran towards the underground sewer.

......

The door to the underground sewer was violently blasted open. The Grim Reaper who was guarding nearby was preparing to attack the intruder, but he was stunned when he saw that it was Shooba Tetsuzaemon, who was holding a bloody wolf-headed humanoid man in his arms. Judging from his attire, he was undoubtedly the captain of the Seventh Division.

Shooba Tetsuzaemon didn't have time to explain, and he ran while shouting, "Where are the members of the Fourth Division? Where are the members of the Fourth Division?"

a long time.

Seeing Komamura stabilized, the shooting range and the medical staff of the Fourth Division finally relaxed. They all asked about the battle situation. They were all hiding in the underground sewer and knew nothing about the battle situation. The nearby Shinigami also came over one after another.

Looking at the pairs of eyes full of curiosity, Shooting Range sighed deeply and remained silent.