Crossover: A Different Inuyasha.

Chapter 132 The Severely Injured Touga-o, the Black Coffin

Hagoromo Otsutsuki did not get angry, nor did he even let his displeasure show on his face.

Getting angry solves nothing; instead, it makes you a laughingstock for your enemies and pushes away potential allies.

He also understood the thoughts of the three immortals.

A thousand years ago, when Kaguya Otsutsuki planted the Divine Tree, devoured the life force of the earth, and threatened the living space of all living beings, they all hid behind the scenes, luring him and Hamura to take action.

Now that you've joined a new employer, your own interests haven't been harmed, so why fight to the death for a world that doesn't belong to you?

For the immortals, there is no real difference between the past and the present.

Who sits in the highest position, who manipulates the world's affairs, does not affect their peaceful lives.

Loyalty, righteousness, and the will to fight to the death belong to him and his descendants, not to snakes, toads, and slugs.

If the three great immortals truly agreed without hesitation, willing to shed blood and sacrifice themselves for the ninja world and stand in front of the Eastern Kingdom's army, he would instead doubt whether he had fallen under some kind of illusion.

They won't make a move until they see a glimmer of victory.

With a firm resolve, Yu Yi gazed at the white snake immortal who was exhaling clouds and mist, and uttered a word.

Until we meet again.

The White Snake Sage watched the departing Sage of Six Paths, and remembering the prophecy from the Great Toad Sage, he lay down, too lazy to think about it anymore.

Instead of worrying about outsiders, we should think about how to find an opportunity to transform into a dragon in the Eastern Kingdom.

Just as Hagoromo Otsutsuki was plotting a counterattack against the Eight Enma Armies and Inuyasha was enjoying the beautiful body of a blonde woman in Gensokyo, the battlefield in Hueco Mundo was divided into several isolated areas after several rounds of fighting.

Broken spiritual dust and lingering embers of Cero permeated the air, staining the sky a murky dark blue.

Not far behind Toga, the First Espada, Koyatai Stark, fell from the sky, shattering into tiny fragments of light before even hitting the ground, which were swept away by the winds of Hueco Mundo.

Before him, the Ninth Espada, Aaroniero Erurueri, who possessed two personalities and devoured 30,000 of his kind, shattered in the Wind Scar, turning into a blurry spiritual light mist, and successfully escaped through "Blood Escape".

On the other side, Sesshomaru slays the battle-crazed Fifth Espada, Nnoitra Gilga, whose body, along with his double-edged scythe-shaped Zanpakuto, is pulverized by the Bakusaiga.

Not long after the death of the Fifth Espada, the Sixth Espada, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, froze on his arrogant face, like a leopard whose charge was halted by time.

The shattered teeth blade was embedded in his back, and the cracks spread along his spine to his limbs. Finally, his body shattered like ice, disintegrating into a shower of tiny white lights.

The remaining members on the battlefield are the Second Espada Barragan Ruizen, the Seventh Espada Zomary Luru, the Eighth Espada Szayelaporogranz, and the Tenth Espada Yammy Rialgo.

In addition, a large number of their subordinates and Hollows converged from all directions, trapping Toga and Sesshomaru in the center of the battle.

The sounds of clashing blades, the booming of exploding Cero, and the sharp screech of air being compressed when spiritual pressure clashed—all these sounds mingled together, like a pack of wolves gradually shrinking the space for their prey.

The target of the broken face was the Heavenly Venerable of the Eastern Kingdom. Among his subordinates were many with good Return Blade mechanisms. Faced with such a situation, even the powerful father and son Beast Kings could not fight against so many opponents and gradually showed signs of defeat.

But are they panicking?

Not panicked at all.

After all, there was an even more insidious, or rather, as steady as Mount Tai, Er Gou lurking in the shadows at home.

After all, they just wanted to fight to their hearts' content. No matter how tightly they were surrounded or how fiercely they were attacked, they both knew in their hearts that as long as they hadn't fallen, someone would come to clean up the mess.

Douya Wang, who had never fought such a rich battle before, was completely enraged.

"You're all almost dead, why aren't you leaving?" Douya Wang swung his sword and unleashed a wind wound, his golden claw energy tearing through the sky, but a black figure dodged past from the side.

Zommari Lulu – Tall, muscular, with thick lips and dark skin, he is known for his speed among the Espada and for his fanatical loyalty to Aizen.

After successfully dodging, he immediately raised his hand and unleashed a barrage of Cero flashes.

"The will of my lord is the will of Hueco Mundo!" Zomary Lulu, who did not unleash his Resurrección for the sake of speed, stared at Toga, who no longer used his sword to slash Cero but chose to dodge, and said without hesitation.

"Your ultimate fate will inevitably be decay and decay!"

"Yeah?"

Douya Wang chuckled lightly, the still-bleeding wound on his shoulder not affecting his composure at all. "It's a pity you won't see it."

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With a soft "poof" sound.

Sesshomaru appeared from behind without warning and beheaded the black man with a single sword stroke.

Driven by inertia, the tall body fell forward, its head separating from its body and turning into spiritual dust that scattered on the pale sand.

Ten Arrancars, now one less!

"Sesshomaru, you're cooperating quite well!" Toga laughed.

"Hmph, what a waste of time!"

Having just killed a subordinate, Sesshomaru now faces the Skeleton Emperor's second blade, Barragan Ruizen.

Suddenly, a deep, almost distorted roar erupted from the battlefield, like a thunderclap, startling the rolling winds and clouds.

Yammy Rialgo's dark skin was covered with a mix of old and new scars.

His black hair was matted into clumps by the wind and sand, and the four strangely shaped protrusions on his head were slightly hot from the surge of spiritual pressure.

The red marks on his cheeks appeared even more glaring in his anger, and the remnant of a mask on his chin trembled slightly.

It's like the jaw muscles, driven by anger, are repeatedly tightening.

The marks of the numbers etched on his left shoulder deformed as his muscles bulged—the outline of "10" was stretching!

"Unleash your fury, you wrathful beast!"

The words "Return Blade" burst from his throat, and the number "10" on Yammy's left shoulder twisted and transformed into a "0" in the wash of spiritual light.

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His body began to swell, his bones lengthened, and his muscles surged in that instant.

Twelve thick, pillar-like legs spread out from both sides of his torso, lifting his body off the ground.

His field of vision was rapidly rising, and he looked down at the figure below that was shrinking, his eyes filled with rage as he stared intently at Touya-oh!

After his size increased, Yammy Rialgo's movements were indeed not as agile as before.

But that no longer matters—because at this moment, every punch he throws is enough to uproot the sand for miles around.

Anger was fermenting, churning, and swelling in his chest, like a pot of boiling oil being continuously heated, and his body was growing larger and more ferocious.

The fur-covered lower limbs and the massive tail trailing behind them work together to carve deep trenches into the earth.

Four sharp horns jut out from the top of its head, and a pair of even larger horns arch up from its back.

Yammy Rialgo, bursting with rage, was like a demon lord who had risen directly from the depths of hell!

His figure obscured most of the sky, casting a shadow that covered the battlefield.

"You bastard, die!"

Yammy Rialgo's roar was like a muffled thunderclap across the wasteland of Hueco Mundo, as his twelve thick, pillar-like legs slammed into the ground simultaneously.

In an instant, the spiritual pressure within a radius of several kilometers was compressed and collapsed by him.

It transformed into a heavy force field visible to the naked eye, pressing down on Touya-oh from all directions.

The sand was pressed into fine cracks, and the gravel was suspended in mid-air, disintegrating into stone powder!

Douya Wang's figure suddenly stopped.

Gravity pressed down on his muscles and bones, and his internal organs pounded violently, making even raising his hand a beat slower.

This force is ominous!

There's no escaping it!

With a solemn expression, Douya Wang caught a glimpse of Yammy's fist expanding, gathering strength, and then, out of the corner of his eye, unleashed a punch.

That punch had no fancy moves, no techniques, only pure and brute force.

The fist, carrying the force of a mountain pressing down, was enough to crush ordinary Hollows and Shinigami into dust with just the wind pressure it generated.

The air pressure made Touga-o's body appear increasingly sluggish as he struggled to swing the Tessaiga.

"The Wound of the Wind!"

Golden claw energy surged from the Tessaiga, heading straight for the descending punch.

However, the force of the fist was even more ferocious than the energy of the sword.

The sword energy was completely crushed by the force of the fist.

The golden claw light shattered into countless tiny fragments, like glass being smashed by a heavy hammer, without even a trace of residual force escaping.

The force of the punch did not diminish, and it landed directly on Douya Wang's crossed arms as he blocked.

A deafeningly loud bang.

Douya Wang's figure flew hundreds of feet away like a thrown iron ball, carving a deep ravine in the sandy ground of the void circle, with sand and rocks surging and churning along both sides.

He propped himself up on his arms, trying to get up, the sand beneath his palms already soaked in blood and turned dark red.

Father!

Sesshomaru's pupils suddenly contracted.

There were pursuers behind him, but he didn't hesitate for a moment and turned to rush towards the direction of Douya Wang.

In the brief moment he turned, a rotten, pale axe was thrust at him from behind.

"The Axe of Annihilation!"

The massive axe thrown by Barragan Ruizon sliced ​​through Sesshomaru's left shoulder armor like a guillotine, leaving long, thin cracks in the crescent-shaped armor.

The blow caused Sesshomaru to stagger on the spot!

Immediately afterward, a pink figure darted out from the side and blocked his way. It was none other than the Eighth Espada, Szayelaporro Granz, with glasses perched on his nose and a smile that belonged to a scholar and a madman.

"Want to go back? Dream on!"

"court death!"

Sesshomaru's voice deepened to its lowest point in that instant.

He flipped the Exploding Fang on his wrist, and the blue-white Azure Dragon Slash burst forth from the blade.

The dragon's body writhed like a raging tide, carrying unparalleled power capable of tearing space apart, and pierced straight into Szayelaporro Granz's body.

The latter unleashed a flash of light from the King's Void to meet the attack, and the dark purple beam collided violently with the Azure Dragon in mid-air.

The Azure Dragon paused only slightly before tearing and crushing the beam of light with even greater ferocity.

The dragon's head passed through the embers of the exploding aura, engulfing Szayelaporro Granz along with him into the vortex of the dragon's mouth.

When the Azure Dragon shattered, the fragments of Szayelaporro Granz also vanished without a trace.

Sesshomaru retaliated with a backhand strike, unleashing a turquoise sword aura that blocked Barragan Ruisenbon's death sigh.

This is the sigh of death that can rapidly age everything that comes into contact with.

Even Sesshomaru dared not confront the enemy head-on without dodging or avoiding. He fought and retreated, his gaze passing over the ravaged battlefield and landing on a figure falling in the distance.

The figure of Touya was rapidly expanding, his long silver hair turning into beast fur amidst the surging demonic power, and his bones stretching and reorganizing under the dual impact of heavy pressure and excruciating pain.

A massive, mountain-like demonic dog crashed down on the wasteland of Hueco Mundo, its silvery-white fur mostly soaked in blood.

His limbs twitched weakly on the sand twice before collapsing completely, letting out a heavy, bloody gasp.

The demon dog lay sprawled on the shattered sand, its four paws outstretched, blood dripping from the tips of its fur, leaving dark red stains on the pale sand.

His breathing was a low, sawing sound, each rise and fall drawing fresh blood from his wounds, seeping into the sand like dark streams spreading outwards.

Those beast-like blood-red eyes were still open, but the light was no longer as sharp as before.

Sesshomaru's knuckles were white as he gripped the Bakusaiga, and blood was still seeping from the wound on his back inflicted by Barragan, which slid down his armor.

The battle unfolded so rapidly that both father and son were caught off guard, but their eyes met briefly in the air before they made a decisive move.

"Sesshomaru, don't worry about me!"

"I don't want to deal with you either!"

The wind blew from the end of Hueco Mundo, scattering the wisp of blood in the air, and also carrying the heavy footsteps of Yammy Rialgo as he took another step to their ears.

"You two in exchange for eight Arrancars of my Las Noches." Barragan Ruisenbun approached slowly, his voice carrying a condescending sense of condescension.

"That's enough to make you proud!"

He moved like a shadow, his axe aimed straight for Sesshomaru's head.

The latter, however, charged forward at the same moment he moved, its shattered teeth flipping in its wrist, colliding head-on with Barragan's, producing a piercing, sharp sound, and sparks flying like shattered stars.

Sesshomaru's voice was coldly and harshly squeezed out from the gap in the collision, carrying a chilling killing intent after being thoroughly enraged.

"You will all die here!"

Douya King lay prone on the shattered sand, his demonic body reclining like a silver-white hill.

He was panting heavily as he stared at the gigantic shadow in front of him, Yammy Rialgo, whose body grew larger and larger with rage.

The vibrations caused by the twelve thick legs stomping on the ground rippled through his limbs and bones in circles.

The speed was indeed slowing down, but the increasingly heavy force made him feel that the threat was gradually increasing.

Douya Wang grinned, revealing blood-stained fangs, and a surge of light gathered in his throat.

Demonic power condensed in his mouth, like a missile about to be fired, ready to deliver a final counterattack the moment the punch landed.

"Die, you beast!"

Yammy raised his fist, carrying a shockwave powerful enough to crush mountains and forests, and slammed it down toward the head of the Fighting King. As the force of the punch caused the sand to sink in a circle, a chant resounded between heaven and earth.

"A faint, murky emblem, an untamed and arrogant talent; a surge, a denial, a paralysis, a fleeting moment, hindering eternal slumber. The crawling iron princess, the self-mutilating clay doll, unites, rebounds, extends to the ground, knowing its own powerlessness!"

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"The Ninety Black Coffins of the Hakudo!"

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