Bleach: From the moment I was invited by Squad Zero

Chapter 78 Desperate Situation

Without hesitation, Tenbei Shusuke gripped the Thunderfire Blade Shell tightly with his right hand, while his left hand suddenly seized the hilt of the Membrane Blade!

"Ughhh!!!"

The moment he gripped the hilt of the knife, Amagai Shusuke let out a low growl that was a mixture of pain and pleasure.

The tapir-shaped blade, as if alive, instantly wrapped its purplish-black tentacles and suckers around his left arm, frantically sucking away his spiritual pressure!

He felt his power surge forth like a floodgate being opened, greedily devoured by the dark red "core".

But at the same time, an unprecedented, violent and strange power also flowed from the blade and into his limbs and bones!

It seemed as if some kind of twisted "sublimation" had occurred within his body; the white of his left eye instantly became bloodshot, and the blood vessels on the left side of his cheek bulged and turned black in a strange way.

"Oh?" In the distance, for the first time, a glint of "interest" appeared in Lijie Barrow's golden vertical pupils.

He stopped firing continuously, tilted his head slightly, and examined the strange weapon in the hands of the Tenbei Embroidery Assistant that was completely different from the Zanpakuto, as well as the spiritual pressure on the other party that had suddenly become chaotic, powerful, yet unstable.

"Bleach—besides Zanpakuto, they even have these interesting 'toys'?"

"Damn it—feel this power!!" Tenbei Shusuke's voice was hoarse, filled with pain and madness.

He wielded the Membrane Blade with his left hand, unleashing a distorted, purplish-black blade of light composed of chaotic spiritual particles.

Mixed with the remaining flames of the Thunderfire Blaze Shell in his right hand, several bizarre and terrifying combined attacks were formed and blasted towards Lijie Barrow!

The power and speed of this attack far exceeded his previous use of Bankai!

Lijer Barrow's eyes narrowed slightly, and he raised his gun to fire again.

The pure white beam collided with the attack, which was a mixture of purple, black, and crimson gold.

This time, the beam still carried most of the energy.

Taking advantage of this brief gap, Tenbei Shusuke frantically closed the distance, wielding his twin swords and launching a fierce close-quarters attack!

With the enhancement of the evil power of the Membrane Blade, his speed, strength, and the unpredictability of his attacks have all been greatly increased.

For a time, he was evenly matched with Lijer Barrow, forcing the latter to occasionally parry with the gun or make small movements to dodge.

However, the price of the Tapir Blade is terrifying.

Shortly after the battle began, Tenbei Shusuke felt a strong wave of weakness and dizziness wash over him, as if his soul was being sucked away by the greedy "core" in his left hand.

The tentacles wrapped around his left arm tightened like iron hoops, bringing a tearing pain and a cold numbness.

His consciousness began to blur, his vision went black, and his movements became distorted.

"That's enough." Lijie Barrow keenly sensed that his opponent's condition was rapidly declining.

His interest waned slightly in his golden vertical pupils, and he regained absolute calm and precision.

However, at that moment, Lijer Barrow's movements suddenly stopped.

As if sensing something, he suddenly turned his eyes to the distance, where two spiritual pressures were rapidly approaching!

One of them was the spiritual pressure of Yanagawa from the 10th Division, his primary target on this trip! The other one should be the vice-captain of the expeditionary force.

"Has the support arrived? — It's a bit faster than expected."

Lijie Barrow weighed the options in his mind in an instant.

Continuing to entangle with this captain of death, who is in a bizarre state and about to be devoured by the evil weapon in his hand, is unnecessary and may even affect subsequent plans.

He decisively holstered his gun without any hesitation, and his figure disappeared into the distance like a ghost.

"Cough—!" Tenbei Xiuzhu's strong breath suddenly gave way, his knees buckled, and he knelt on the sand.

The light of Thunderfire Blaze Shell quickly dimmed and dissipated, returning to its original shallow form.

The Maoyao Blade in his left hand seemed to have temporarily stopped moving due to the near depletion of its host's spiritual pressure. The writhing tentacles slowly loosened, and the dark red "core" light faded and dimmed.

But the blade remained coldly attached to his hand, as if waiting for its next "feeding".

He was breathing heavily, his body covered in blood, and his left arm was throbbing with excruciating pain and feeling cold and numb, as if his marrow had been drained. His vision blurred, and he almost fainted.

Just a dozen breaths later, two whooshing sounds rushed over, and Yanagawa and Kibune landed in the sand valley almost simultaneously.

"Captain!" When Kibune saw the terrible state of Amagai Shusuke, his face turned pale. He immediately rushed forward and frantically pulled out first aid medicine and spirit bandages.

Liu Chuan did not approach immediately. He scanned the battlefield with his sharp light—the scorched marks on the ground, the lingering Quincy spiritual pressure in the air.

And the strange, purplish-black weapon beside Amagai Shusuke that exuded an ominous aura.

His gaze lingered on the Mo Yao knife for a moment, his brow furrowing almost imperceptibly, but he didn't ask any further questions.

Tenbei Shusuke struggled to raise his hand and pointed in the direction where Lijie Barrow had disappeared, his voice weak and feeble: "The attacker—he just left, be careful of his attack—it can penetrate anything—"

Upon hearing this, Yanagawa did not hesitate at all and quickly instructed Kibune: "Take good care of Captain Amagai and take him back to the camp for treatment immediately. Leave the rest to me."

Before he finished speaking, he had already transformed into a blurry white shadow and was chasing after Lijie Barrow at an extremely fast speed!

Only the echo of his calm yet resolute words remained in the air: "He can't escape."

Beneath the white, ethereal sky, two figures, like two bolts of lightning tearing through space, raced one after the other across the boundless, pale sand sea.

Ahead, Ridge Barrow's figure flickered erratically as he used the Quincy's unique high-speed movement technique—the Flying Kick.

The steps seemed light and ethereal, yet each touch of the ground unleashed astonishing speed.

Behind them, Liuchuan was in hot pursuit.

His speed was equally astonishing. With each step he took, the sand beneath his feet silently caved in, and his body shot forward like a cannonball, relentlessly chasing the blurry figure in front of him.

A faint, dark magical luster flickered in Liu Chuan's eyes. His perception was heightened to its limit, like the most keen hunting dog, firmly locking onto the faint yet unique trace of Quincy spiritual power in the air.

The opponent was extremely fast and moved in a strange manner, but for Liu Chuan, it was still within his pursuit range. He noticed that Li Jie Barrow seemed to be intentionally guiding the direction, rather than fleeing aimlessly.

The two chased and fled, covering dozens of miles of pale sand in the blink of an eye.

Ahead, a strange sight appeared on the horizon—

The cracks crisscrossed, their depths unfathomable, emanating a chaotic and chilling spiritual aura.

Lijie Barrow paused slightly before one of the widest cracks.

Without hesitation, he leaped down and was instantly swallowed by darkness.

Liuchuan followed closely behind, stopping abruptly at the edge of the crack.

He looked down and saw that the area beneath the crack was not completely dark; a faint light could be seen flickering from the depths of the earth.

More importantly, the spiritual pressure traces of Lijie Barrow became unusually clear here, as if he had deliberately left a mark.

"Did you deliberately lure me here?" Liu Chuan's gaze narrowed slightly.