Death: This Death is a bit unorthodox.

Aozaki Mayuki wielded a long sword, her movements light and elegant, as if performing a magnificent dance, yet each strike contained boundless killing intent and power.

The blade flashed by.

Oswell's armor shattered, and a line of blood instantly appeared on his neck.

Crimson blood gushed out, splashing into the air and forming a blood mist.

Immediately afterwards, Aozaki Mayuki's hand shot out like lightning, easily piercing through Oswell's chest, and then quickly withdrew.

A relieved smile appeared on the knight's face.

His body swayed slightly a few times before collapsing to the ground without any surprise.

Aozaki Mayuki slowly turned her head, her cold gaze sweeping over the Hollows of Las Noches.

His voice was calm and deep, and he asked with a smile, "Do you want to collect his body?"

Upon hearing this, the members of Hueco Mundo all paled and cried out in terror:

"How could we? We would never do something so stupid!"

"My lord, I am willing to submit to you! Please allow me to follow you!"

"My lord, please spare my life! That idiot Oswell deserved to die; he brought it on himself."

"Please let me go!"

In an instant, cries of pleas for mercy and fawning echoed throughout the desert.

In this boundless sea of ​​sand, the members of Hueco Mundo were ashen-faced as they watched Oswell slowly fall to the ground not far away.

They stared intently at Oswell's shattered lance and tattered armor, a chilling, indescribable fear rising within them.

Unlike the loyal and fearless Oswell, most of the Hollows in Hueco Mundo were forced to submit to Barragán's rule simply to survive.

Now that they saw even the mighty Oswell meet their end, these already cowardly Hollows were terrified and completely lost the courage to resist.

Loyalty to them was merely a means of survival, a condition for Barragán to spare their lives.

Once their lives are threatened, loyalty will be abandoned without hesitation, and betrayal of the so-called monarch will be made without any hesitation.

As long as I can survive, none of this matters!

"You despicable, damned bastards, how dare you commit such a heinous and immoral act!! Betraying our great and noble King Barragán!!"

At that very moment, Abiramar suddenly let out a sharp, piercing cry filled with shock and rage.

His trembling voice fully revealed the burning anger and resentment deep within his heart.

"Hmph! His Majesty Barragán will never let you traitors off easily!"

"You will all suffer the same cruel and merciless punishment as Harribel, and be relentlessly hunted down until you are reduced to ashes!!"

Abhiramah continued to roar with wide, angry eyes, as if he wanted to vent all the anger in his heart.

Upon hearing these words, all the Void beings present were stunned.

Just a short while ago, Oswell tragically died on the spot when faced with the terrifyingly powerful pressure emanating from Aozaki Mayuki.

Coupled with the fact that their own lives were in extreme danger, the whole scene descended into chaos.

Therefore, they had no time to think about how the distant, high-ranking ruler of Hueco Mundo would react.

However, now that they saw Abhiramah flying angrily through the air and cursing at them, everyone's attention was focused on him.

A barely perceptible, chilling killing intent flickered in each of their eyes...

They held the powerful knight in high esteem, but showed no fear in the face of the griffin that had gone mad.

"That idiot..."

Fendor cursed under his breath.

His enormous crab claw was held horizontally across his chest, as if he were ready to face a sudden attack from the void at any moment.

Everyone clearly knows that

Like Abilama, Fendor was a staunch follower of Barragán.

However, the difference is that Fendor is more arrogant but also more intelligent than Abiramar.

"No need to trouble yourself..."

Aozaki Mayuki's lips curled up slightly, forming a cold smile filled with a violent aura.

At this moment, white spiritual pressure light was dancing around his slightly bent index finger.

"The only thing of value you have is your filthy soul."

Chapter 180 Spoils of War

Why can't you let us go!?

An Adjuchas, his face contorted with rage, roared at the top of his lungs, his voice echoing through the air.

"Why are those guys like Sun Sun spared from death, while we have to suffer this fate!"

Another Adjuchas chimed in, his face full of resentment and anger.

"No, we don't want to die! We are stronger than Apache and the others; we can be far more valuable servants!"

More Adjuchas began to shout, their emotions growing increasingly agitated, their previously terrified faces now contorted into a ferocious and distorted expression.

The Adjuchas of Hueco Mundo were thrown into chaos, their roars rising and falling as if they were about to overturn the sea of ​​sand.

Fendor, standing to the side, watched all of this nervously.

His expression was equally grim, and he turned to Abiram beside him and whispered:

"Abirama, the situation is bad. If these guys start fighting, we'll take advantage of the chaos to escape. The appearance of such a powerful figure in Hueco Mundo is something we must report to His Majesty!"

Abhiramah frowned slightly and nodded gently to indicate that she understood.

Despite feeling somewhat uneasy, he decided to follow Fendor's arrangements.

At this moment, the entire desert was oppressed by an incredibly powerful and suffocating spiritual pressure, making it difficult to breathe.

The air seemed to thicken, making it difficult to move, as if one were carrying a towering mountain on their back.

Faced with the agitated Adjuchas,

Aozaki Mayuki simply shook her head slightly and said calmly:

"You have no reason to live."

Sun Sun, Apache, and Mila Rhodes, the three daughters, although they are from Adjuchas,

But she holds a very important place in Halibel's heart, and she is even willing to give her life for her.

Taking in the three women was tantamount to winning over Harribel, a rare Vastod-class Hollow in Hueco Mundo, and could even be said to have gained her loyalty.

Let alone these dozen or so Adjuchas, even dozens or hundreds of Adjuchas are no match for Hribel alone.

These Adjuchas in front of them were not particularly strong, nor were they Vastods willing to sacrifice their lives for them.

In Aozaki Mayuki's heart, there was naturally no value in living.

"Hado No. 4: White Lightning!"

Whoosh!!

White lightning roared like a silver dragon as it surged from his fingertips, drawing a dazzling silver-white arc in mid-air.

Its speed was so fast, like lightning, that the surrounding air was compressed and emitted a low, cracking sound.

And the target of this lightning bolt was none other than the figure suspended in mid-air—

Abiramar, a red-feathered, white-faced griffin, is fiercely loyal to Barragán!

Fendor screamed in terror, "Abiramar! Watch out!!"

Immediately afterwards, a loud "bang" was heard, and the deafening roar seemed to tear the entire space apart.

The raging lightning nearly engulfed Abiramar's figure.

Abhiramah stood frozen in shock, her limbs trembling uncontrollably as if she had lost all strength, seemingly unable to control her body at all.

His face was as pale as paper, devoid of any color, and even his thoughts seemed to have stopped; he had no idea what had just happened.

Just then, a huge Hollow, resembling a sea turtle, suddenly appeared in front of him, using its solid body to block the deadly electric current that was about to pierce his chest.

The electric current penetrated the Great Hollow's tortoise shell, shot through its body, and pierced Abiramar's wings!

"Fendor..."

Finally regaining her senses, Abiramar fell heavily to the ground, swallowing hard and feeling her mouth dry.

At this moment, Fendor, having completed the throwing motion, narrowed his eyes slightly and waved his hand gently.

"Don't let your guard down just because you can fly. That man is far beyond our capabilities!"

"What a powerful knight!"

Holding Oswell's soul in his hand, Aozaki Mayuki carefully examined and gently weighed it, a smile involuntarily appearing on his lips.

His gaze casually swept over the red griffin lying on the ground.

As Abiramar struggled on the ground, he seemed to sense something, raised his head and met those eyes, and trembled as if struck by lightning.

With just a glance, the aura of death and terrifying pressure that had just been felt swept over them once more.

Even with Fendor's protection, Abiramar still felt an endless danger surrounding him, as if his body had fallen into an eternal ice cave.

"It's all in vain. When death is imminent, can't we face it bravely like Oswell?"

Aozaki Mayuki shook her head regretfully, then looked away, a faint hint of mockery on her face.

He did not immediately kill these fragile lives before him.

After all, what he sought was not the killing itself, but a powerful and precious soul.

If the intention wasn't to strip these phantoms of their combat abilities, a single ordinary bolt of white lightning would likely annihilate their bodies into ashes.

"Who gave you permission to save him?"

Aozaki Mayuki held the sword in one hand, the blade gleaming with a cold light, and pure white spiritual pressure pulsating around the blade, as dazzling as a burning flame.