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

Ichimaru Gin's heart began to tremble.

What is his purpose? To kill Aizen and take back what Ome lost. To achieve his goal, he betrayed Soul Society and turned himself into a poisonous snake lurking in the dark. Even if Aizen knew that his surrender contained other thoughts, what could he do? For Rangiku, the so-called faith, loyalty, and friendship could all turn into smoke.

The light blue eyes stared intently, and the hand holding the Zanpakuto became tighter and tighter, the fingertips gradually turned white, but the hand holding Tosen Kaname did not change at all.

Terrible restraint.

Even Li Chuan did not force Captain Aizen to use his Bankai. Although Ichimaru Gin did not believe that Li Chuan had used his full strength, there was one thing that was beyond doubt. Li Chuan was different from these Hollows. He had his own intentions. He was obviously stronger than Nnoitra and Grimmjow, but he chose not to devour them. Why was that? Was he not interested? Ichimaru Gin did not believe it.

These great hollows are more powerful than each other. Even when facing Noitra, he is not absolutely sure, let alone Yami now.

He couldn't help but feel secretly grateful. Even though Yami's life was completely insignificant in his eyes, he still had to thank him for forcing out Aizen's Bankai.

The most deadly thing about snakes is not their attack or venom, but their lurking. The first element of lurking is intelligence.

Intelligence is the cornerstone of success.

Stark swept away his previous laziness and watched attentively, with spiritual pressure spreading all over his body. No matter how incompatible Yami was with other Hollows, they were still the same kind of people in Hueco Mundo, and it was not the turn of the God of Death to intervene. Life and death were not decided by the God of Death.

She tightened her muscles slightly, but it was still unclear what condition Ya Mi was in now and how long he could last.

As for what Nnoitra and Grimmjow were thinking, he couldn't care less about that now.

Harribel and Nellielu looked at each other, and seemed to have reached some kind of tacit understanding.

Aronillo's already irritable personality suddenly calmed down, like a calm wild beast, staring at his prey eagerly, waiting for the right opportunity to strike.

A smile appeared on Sal Apollo's lips. The more intense the battle, the more excited he was. It didn't matter who lived or died. It would be best if they both died or survived.

It didn't hinder his research at all, and he touched his eyes on the bridge of his nose with his hand.

The murderous intent in Aizen's eyes through his glasses was as solid as a substance. The pervasive murderous intent made all the Hollows and Shinigami present feel a bit chilly. They only felt that a great terror was approaching, and the spiritual pressure in their bodies spread throughout their bodies.

There was only one figure that quickly rushed towards Aizen. He was wearing white clothes, looking a little thin, and had a helmet left by the Arrancar on his head. It was Ulquiorra.

Grimmjow had a complicated expression, but he quietly touched his Zanpakutō, not knowing what to think.

Noitra laughed cruelly, enjoying the scene so much that he was imagining a fountain of blood gushing out. His whole body was shaking with excitement.

"Bankai: Feng Shui..."

"We surrender, Master Aizen..."

He was just about to unleash his own strength and completely suppress the beast in front of him. Since he couldn't recruit it under his command, taking the corpse back for research was also a good option.

Hearing the familiar and calm voice, he was stunned. Facing Ya Mi's attack that suppressed everything, he did not dodge.

Ulquiorra seemed to have used up all his life's efforts and said these words with difficulty. At the same time, a few meters above Aizen's head, Yami's terrible attack stopped instantly.

"Hey." Aizen sneered.

"Ulquiorra, you are crazy. We, the Hollows, surrender to the God of Death."

Ulquiorra looked up. He and Aizen's entire bodies were only slightly larger than Yami's big toe, and their heads were nowhere to be seen.

"That's enough, Yami, we lost."

After hearing this, Yami's breathing suddenly became heavier and he said angrily, "Go away. I want to kill this Grim Reaper."

"I reject."

Ya Mi was very angry: "If you don't get out of the way, I will kill you too." The aura on his body suddenly burst out and headed straight for his partner.

"I refuse." Ulquiorra still refused to give in.

"Yami, your body can't bear it, take back your power."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of "crack...crack..." was heard again from Yami's body. The cracked skin expanded again, and dark red blood flowed out drop by drop.

Even so, Yami's momentum suddenly increased a bit.

Seeing this, Aizen said nothing, his gentle face showing a thoughtful look.

Ulquiorra said, "Yami, listen to me this time."

Yammy suddenly laughed: "Ulquiorra, you would never say such a thing before."

The aura on his body suddenly subsided.

Ulquiorra's green eyes flashed with a thoughtful look. He touched the hollow hole on his chest and recalled the strangeness just now, and remained silent.

Yami's entire body glowed red, quickly enveloping him, shrinking little by little until it returned to its original appearance.

At the same time, the overbearing oppression that permeated the center of the field also disappeared.

It was covered in blood and looked extremely horrible, but what was interesting was that the broken face that had just cracked was actually intact.

Seeing this, Aizen, Ichimaru Gin, and the Hollow who was watching the fight all felt inexplicably horrified.

Grimmjow quickly came to Yammy's side, without the arrogance he had just shown: "Yami..."

Ya Mi glanced at him and just said "hmm" softly.

"You were awake just now?"

This is also what Aizen is concerned about. He looks at Yami, as if waiting for his explanation. His face is calm, and it is unknown what he is thinking.

Yammy didn't reply, but waited for Ulquiorra to explain why he chose to surrender. The two had known each other since Achukas and had stayed together ever since. Although they had constant arguments, they also developed a deep friendship.

But neither of them admitted it.

Otherwise, if he saw Ulquiorra in danger, he would not provide support immediately.

Ulquiorra looked calm and said to Aizen, "Yes, when Yami's power reaches a certain level, he will regain his sanity."

He continued, "If you continue to explode with strength, your body will not be able to withstand the power of anger and will collapse directly."

"SO Ga." Except for the unconscious Tosen Yaoi, all the Hollows and Shinigami understood.

There was admiration in everyone's eyes when they looked at Ya Mi.

Anger is not scary, but staying rational while angry is the scariest thing.

Controlling the limits of your own strength and not sinking is perfection.

Whether it is the result of ability or self-control is unimportant.

It's easy to say, but how difficult is it to do it in practice? Aizen and Ichimaru Gin know this truth deeply. There are only a handful of people in the entire Soul Society who can do this.

As for Yami in front of him, the form of death he mastered is anger, but he can do this. Aizen's face looked calm, but he couldn't help but start to think more in his heart.