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

He continued to exert force with his hands, tightly confining the space around Aizen.

The speed of the Grim Reaper is too fast. If it weren't for the instinctive prediction, there would be no way to do anything to him. This might be the only chance.

Aizen sneered.

"With this level of skill, it's far from enough to inflict any harm on me."

Ya Mi was speechless at this time, but the veins on his face became thicker.

His eyes were fierce, and he wished he could completely devour the Grim Reaper in his hands.

Seeing this, Aronilo's two little heads smiled happily.

"Stark, this god of death is dying." After saying that, the two little mouths stuck out their tongues and swished around. It was indescribably terrifying.

Sar Apollo said, "Haha, Aronillo, you are absolutely sure about the soul of this god of death."

Aaronilo looked at him warily, one hand already reaching for the Zanpakutō at his waist: "What do you think?"

"The bespectacled Grim Reaper takes mine, and the other two are yours. How about that?" Although his words were a question, the arrogance in them was irresistible. He raised his head and looked at the other person with contempt.

"You..." Aronilo almost went berserk on the spot.

"Stop arguing." Stark said helplessly.

After listening to Stark's dissuasion, Aronillo suddenly calmed down, and his eyes were full of murderous intent when he looked at Sal Apollo.

Sal Apollo ignored it, folded his arms, and looked as if he had mastered the plan.

Stark watched calmly, feeling a bad premonition in his heart. His intuition told him that this god of death had not yet used his full strength. Why was that?

But if the other party really wants to kill Ya Mi, I definitely can't just sit back and watch.

The long-accumulated Black Hollow Flash rushed towards Aizen like a comet.

The spreading flames were like a devil's abyss that was about to swallow Aizen.

All the spectators were so nervous that their hearts were in their throats. Success or failure depended on this one move. Ichimaru Gin opened his eyes completely, revealing blue pupils. Expectation? Anger? Disappointment? Everything.

Suddenly, a pale white light curtain shot up into the sky. The cold breath seemed to be able to solidify the space and cut the gray space in two. The huge pressure made all the great voids and the god of death present shiver all over.

The light curtain became brighter and brighter, and the cold air was as sharp as an arrow, emitting a bone-chilling chill.

Everyone had to close their eyes briefly.

When they opened their eyes again, the change in the scene shocked all the Voids and the Grim Reaper.

The God of Death is still the same God of Death, holding the knife in one hand. A tremendous pressure emanates from him, giving people a sense of submission.

On the other hand, Ya Mi's palms were neatly broken and the wounds were as smooth as if they had been cut.

A layer of the side of the head was cut off and blood was gushing out.

He just stood there with his terrified eyes, seemingly not feeling the pain of the wound.

If he hadn't dodged quickly based on his instinct, his head would have probably been cut in half.

No matter how powerful high-speed regeneration is, it cannot restore a damaged brain.

Grimmjow and Nnoitra looked at each other, and they could see the fear and hatred in each other.

Ulquiorra said calmly, "I can understand why you surrendered."

"We cannot match this level of power, even if it is Yami who has stored power for fifty years."

Grimmjow forgot the previous harmony for a moment and said coldly, "Shut up!" and looked at him viciously.

"There must be an even more powerful power mentioned by the God of Death!"

"I told you to shut up." Grimmjow swung his knife fiercely, with a fierce aura that was not a joke.

Ulquiorra had recovered and without making any movement, he disappeared from the spot and reappeared dozens of meters away.

Nnoitra appeared behind him at this time and said cruelly: "Ulquiorra, you will also have this day, you didn't expect it."

The double crescent weapons in his hands slashed towards Ulquiorra like a mountain.

"Keng." Ulquiorra swung his Zanpakuto to block the opponent's attack.

Neutra was preparing to strike with all his might and didn't want to give the other party a chance to breathe.

Suddenly, the whole space was filled with Yami's roar.

"Ah...ah...ah..."

“It hurts… it hurts… it hurts…”

Yami Yami was like a bloody demon at this moment, roaring to the sky.

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

The sound grew louder and heavier, irritating the eardrums of all spectators.

An extremely heavy spiritual pressure rose from his body and quickly spread, forming a huge spiritual pressure-shaped light column.

The domineering aura made Aizen unable to help but step back.

Looking at Yami who looked like a devil, I thought to myself: "Hasn't it reached the limit yet?"

"What a scary monster." Thinking of this, the murderous intent on his face did not diminish.

If this monster joins forces with Li Chuan, it will be the biggest obstacle for him. It will be more difficult to deal with than the strongest one in a thousand years. He will not have the extra energy to guard against it. In the future, Hueco Mundo will definitely become his base camp, and he will have the final say.

Yami's improvement continued, and the entire space was filled with a domineering magnetic field.

Stark and his group of Hollows looked at each other, all of them were shocked by Yami: "Hasn't reached the limit yet?"

There was no longer the arrogance on Sal Apollo's face, only murderous intent.

"I didn't expect that we have been standing still for the past fifty years. Could it be that Yami has reached a higher level?"

The black man thought for a moment and said, "Maybe he didn't use his full strength last time."

He expressed the thoughts of all the Hollows. Everyone present was a gifted one, a well-known figure in the Hollow Mundo, and it was difficult for them to accept this for a while.

Only Stark had a hint of worry on his face.

When the dust settled, everyone could see Yami's face clearly.

At this time, Yami's broken palms, chopped-off head, and broken tail had all recovered.

Feel it carefully, both the domineering and imposing aura and the size of the body have become stronger.

Stark muttered secretly, even if he was fighting against Yami now, his full strength would drop by two points out of thin air, which was too scary.

"I'm so angry. I've never been this angry since I was born."

"Death, you deserve to die."

"I will break your bones one by one, and use your most desperate regret to prove my anger."

The hollow in his chest continued to transmit spiritual pressure into Yami's body.

Aizen watched quietly. In his eyes, Yami's status was now higher than Li Chuan.

Where is his limit? Can it really be improved infinitely?

"Crack, crack..." A sound like glass breaking suddenly rang out.

Looking up, I saw that Yami's skin began to crack like a dry riverbed, which was the source of the breaking sound.

The feet, thighs, body, and even the Arrancar were beginning to crack. The sound of "crackling" was heard continuously.

But surprisingly, not a drop of blood flowed out. The blood filled the cracks of all sizes like magma, emitting a strange red light.

Seeing this, Aizen said: "This is your strongest strength, right?"

"Anger is the catalyst of your strength. Your body has reached its limit."

"How long can you sustain this state?"

Ya Mi suddenly roared towards the sky, and a fist dropped from the sky. As it fell, the entire space sank downwards, and pressure accumulated downwards. He felt an lingering oppression above his head.

Aizen soon discovered something unusual. The space nearby was like a quagmire that trapped him and greatly limited his speed.

He smiled sternly.

The tip of his Zanpakutō pointed downwards, a flash of light flashed across the blade, and an inexplicable aura emanated from him, easily breaking through Yami's overbearing magnetic field, and he slowly chanted:

"Swastika..."