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

Inexplicably relieved.

Ulquiorra and Grimmjow gripped their Zanpakuto tightly, knowing that the Grim Reaper before them was beginning to use its true power.

As the song was sung, Yami, who was wrapped like a dumpling, received danger signals in his mind, but he was helpless.

I saw a black curtain wall extending from the endless void, growing rapidly upwards layer by layer. It soon reached the height of Yami and integrated quickly in the blink of an eye, completely isolating Yami from the outside world.

The chant ends with the final syllable.

A huge black rectangle appeared above the deep pit, and then countless black arrows appeared around the top of the rectangle. The whole body was filled with a terrifying aura that was unbearable to look at.

Nnoitra looked at the black coffin, his clenched hands suddenly relaxed, and his body returned to the state in front of the blade.

I remembered that voice in my ears: "Submit, and I will give you more powerful power."

"My Zanpakutō is permanently released."

The murderous intent in his eyes remained unchanged, but three times stronger.

"One day, I will kill all of you. I will be the most powerful."

A sharp black arrow streaked across the air as it pierced towards the black coffin. It passed through the coffin without any obstruction and without making any sound. After passing through the coffin, the sharp arrow did not turn around and attack again, forming densely packed black phantoms that were impossible to distinguish between the real and the fake.

The black coffin was pitch black, as if it was going to swallow up all the light around it. Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that there were faint spatial ripples on the edge of the black coffin.

Maybe in a moment, maybe for a long time, the power of the black coffin disappeared, torn apart like a black curtain.

Red blood rained down above the deep pit, and Yami's huge body finally appeared.

His body was covered in blood, with intricate scars of varying sizes, flesh and blood being turned out, and pierced by sharp black arrows.

His eyes were tightly closed, and his whole body exuded a gray aura.

The body collapsed and fell into the deep pit. After about a few seconds, a "bang" was heard.

Aizen walked down into the void step by step and stopped. At this time, Yami had almost no breath of life and was in danger.

"Hmph." He was very satisfied with the effect of his black coffin. Yammy's strength was three points stronger than Ulquiorra. Giving up chanting would not necessarily cause much damage to him. Chanting would be completely different.

He slowly drew out his Zanpakutō, and even though the pit was completely dark, a white light still flowed through the blade.

Looking at the head that is bigger than the body, he knows that there is not much time left to wait. A cold light flashes in Aizen's eyes. To frighten the tiger, one must strike the mountain hard and to scare the monkey, one must kill the chicken. The unusual movement in Soul Society forces him to go back early, and he is just about to take action.

Suddenly, a dangerous aura surged into his mind, and he frowned. This aura was very familiar and domineering.

With a thought in his mind, he disappeared on the spot.

At the same time, Ulquiorra, Grimmjow, and Nnoitra, as agreed, disappeared from their original positions in an instant, and appeared on the sand ten miles away, watching from afar.

Grimmjow said softly, "Shall we begin?"

Seeing that Ulquiorra was still calm, he also caught a hint of imperceptible worry.

Even though he was far away, he could still feel the faint pressure coming from the deep pit, which was extremely domineering.

Aizen stood in the air, a trace of solemnity finally appearing on his calm and gentle face.

It was a little complicated and a little surprising. He originally thought that Ya Mi had reached his limit, but the result was beyond his information. This kind of power had only appeared in the captain-general. Since he met Noitra, everything had been unusually smooth.

Ichimaru Gin also pulled the seriously injured and unconscious Tosen Kaname back quickly. Tosen Kaname was still barely conscious just now, but when this pressure appeared, it was like a blow to the head, and he completely fainted.

It was like an ancient monster awakening. Everyone held their breath and were speechless.

"Boom... Boom... Boom..." A fast, heavy heartbeat surged in the quiet space.

Beads of sweat appeared on Ichimaru Gin's forehead. The pressure released unconsciously alone had such power. How terrifying would it be if it completely erupted?

"Captain Aizen, how much strength are you going to show this time?"

Nnoitra's eyes were ferocious and full of murderous intent, and there was a hint of fear hidden in the deepest part of his eyes.

That day, after everyone advanced to Vastod, an unprecedented battle broke out. It was also the first time that Yami became like this.

The battle was so fierce that the sky and the earth were dark, and the sun and moon lost their radiance. At that time, Yami almost killed five other Vastodes by himself.

The original plan was to use devouring to fight against the invisible being. The high-quality spiritual pressure would make anyone salivate, except for a few hollows who hated fighting.

The seemingly weakest Yami and Aronilo became the main targets. No one expected how terrifying Yami's final Jedi counterattack would be.

The ending was totally unexpected.

Finally, Stark, Harribel, and Nellielu, who were watching the fight, joined the battlefield and managed to stop the fight. Even so, every Hollow was injured, and Yammy himself was not much better off.

Eventually, they reached an agreement not to engage in a life-and-death battle, and from then on, no Great Hollow would easily anger Yami.

Noitra was unwilling to give in and was ready to make a move. He wanted to launch a sneak attack and give Yami a fatal blow more than once.

He finally gave up the idea. Ulquiorra would not sit idly by, and Aizen might also intervene. More importantly, he was not sure whether Yami still had the strength to fight back.

"Boom... Boom... Boom..." The heart was still beating, but the speed had become slower. However, every beat was like a powerful blow to everyone's heart.

Lingzi suddenly became violent, and a loud roar resounded through the sky, filling the entire world?

“Ah…ah…ah…ah…” The chaotic sound waves swept away all the surrounding spirits.

"I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you."

"Damn it, God of Death, how dare you hurt me."

"Taste the wrath of hell."

A dull sound rang out from the deep pit, sweeping outward like rolling spring thunder, accompanied by echoes, stimulating everyone's eardrums. They held up the spiritual pressure wall, endured the discomfort, and continued to watch.

Aizen remained motionless, his expression becoming even more serious. His Zanpakutō was across his chest. This was the first time he took the initiative to defend himself during this trip to Hueco Mundo.

Harribel and Nelliel were still waiting, but the difference was that they had a spiritual pressure wall erected around them, with five Achukas crawling behind them.

The tomboy-looking female Yachukas with antlers on her head raised her head with great effort, looking at the source of the pressure in shock and fear. Even though she couldn't see it, she could tell who it was.

"This is, Yami? Yami?"

Then she suddenly shouted: "Lady Harribel, is this Yami?" Her eyes were full of disbelief. This was the Yami she had always looked down upon. For a moment, it felt like a dream.

The brown-skinned Harribel snorted softly: "You didn't participate in the last battle, so it's understandable that you didn't know about it." As she spoke, she strengthened the spiritual pressure wall, which allowed the several Achukas to relax a little.