Death: This Death is a bit unorthodox.

Shinigami don't have such rapid regenerative abilities, so could this Zanpakuto possibly create a physical body?

Aozaki Mayuki gently shook his head. His recovery ability was enhanced after fusing with the Hogyoku, and even deep wounds could heal quickly.

But he didn't say a word, and the long sword swung down again.

Retsu Unohana frowned slightly. It wasn't a Zanpakuto ability, and it didn't seem like a return to the Dao either. So what was it?

Then she saw a dark red light, like a demonic blade stained with countless wronged souls in the hand of a demon from hell.

A silent blood domain unfolded, and red blood seeped from Aozaki Mayuki's sword, turning the colorful and beautiful world into a blood-red expanse.

Two blood-soaked demons stood facing each other on a sea of ​​blood. Retsu Unohana's heart pounded violently, an unprecedented sense of pleasure stimulating her brain, and her body instantly became aroused.

"I finally understand what this world really is."

Unohana Retsu was unaware of her own change, and without even pausing, she lunged at Aozaki Mayuki with all her might.

What a greedy man! His heart is filled with thoughts of other people.

However, this kind of greed is not annoying; it is the root of human existence.

I am included as well; we are all part of each other's hearts. Isn't that what humanity is all about?

Let them fight and entangle for eternity!

Aozaki Mazuki! !

It's infuriating that they hide their true abilities; Aozaki Mayuki never told her what her real abilities were.

But is the deliberate use of the "Extinction" technique an attempt to directly defeat oneself?

In Retsu Unohana's vision, at the edge of the blood-red world, a dangerous man stared intently at her, his eyes tinged with a faint red.

Behind him was a sea of ​​blood, and in front of him stood a man of overwhelming power. Trapped in this narrow world, Retsu Unohana did not retreat.

Aozaki Mayuki arrived in an instant. Encouraged by the ultimate thrill of battle, he leaped high into the air, unleashing waves of crimson blood-dripping slashes that crisscrossed the sky. The blood blades sliced ​​through the air, sending out thin, thread-like red blood blades.

The momentum was intimidating, but Retsu Unohana remained fearless. She was well aware of the feeling of being corroded by the blood blade, but this corrosion was not irreversible.

Unohana Retsu leaped backward, dodging Aozaki Mayuki's slash.

She plunged her scimitar into the ground, and with a gentle sweep, a wave of blood surged forth, crashing against the sea of ​​blood behind her.

Unohana Retsu trembled slightly. Her movements were swift, but a sense of death still lingered in her heart, as if it were right next to her.

She suddenly smelled a familiar scent, a cold, vivid smell of blood, but it was unique. She had only ever smelled this scent on herself before, and now a second person had it.

"So fast!"

The sound of water splashing came from beneath her feet. Unohana Retsu looked down and saw a long, blood-red sword with its blade pointing upwards, slowly slicing through her chest in the empty pool of blood.

Fear exploded in Unohana Retsu's heart. The sound of the sharp longsword cutting through flesh was so real, making intimate contact with the skin in front of her body. The extreme speed combined with the sharp blade shattered the spiritual pressure defense on her body at the moment of the strike.

His body lost its strength, his whole body shuddered, and his body was severed from the left abdomen to the right shoulder, the blood melting the torso it touched.

Unohana Retsu lost her balance and her entire body plummeted downwards!

Unohana Retsu suddenly understood where this man's confidence came from. His combat power was too strong within the same level of spiritual pressure. Even Yamamoto might not be able to defeat him at this moment without releasing his Zanpakuto!

Hueco Mundo, the Great Forest of Hueco Mundo.

Amidst the swirling sand and gravel, three people dressed in white and wearing shattered masks ran through the quartz trees. After entering a cave, they stopped in front of a room within the cave.

It was less a cave and more a standalone building, with its outer walls made of hard white boulder, like a small castle, clinging tightly to the cave walls.

This is the Queen's residence.

Heribel opened the door from the inside, and a delicate brown foot gently touched the ground, her long, slender leg displaying breathtaking beauty.

Her graceful figure made her walk with a swaying, captivating air, and her cold face exuded an imposing queenly aura.

"You're finally back. How did things go? Has Hueco Mundo made any moves?" Harribel welcomed the three into the room and sat on the soft red sofa, asking patiently.

"That's quite a commotion! They've probably sent out all their troops!" Apache exclaimed excitedly, sprawled on the sofa without a care in the world.

“We’ve captured some Adjuchas from Las Noches to interrogate them, and Barragan might personally intervene,” Sun Sun said gravely.

“I understand. After all, the king will not let it go so easily when his most loyal and powerful subordinate has died in battle.” Heribel nodded. “You will stay in the base these days. I will personally take charge of the intelligence gathering work from now on.”

Chapter 212 All Gone

“Oh, right, Lady Harribel, I just remembered something.” Mira Rhodes clapped her hands.

"It seems that Las Noches is hunting down Nereel."

"Nelliel? Why is Las Noches chasing her?"

Heribel looked up, and Xiu Mei could see her confusion in her tense expression.

"Even if Barragan can't find us, shouldn't he at least not provoke a powerful Vastord?"

“Let me think…” Mila Rhodes lowered her head and pondered for a moment, “It seems to be related to Oswell’s death.”

"I see, they must have mistaken it for Nelliel's help."

Sun Sun nodded and analyzed:

"If Las Noches doesn't know of Lord Shinjuku's existence, then there are only a handful of strong individuals in Hueco Mundo who can defeat Oswell, and Nellyel, who is independent of Las Noches, happens to be one of them."

Upon hearing this, all the women fell silent.

This was utterly an undeserved disaster; while they were fleeing from the pursuers, Nellyel was probably still sleeping at home.

With a "smack," a large pot fell on her. How unlucky!

"If you ask me, it must be that bastard Nnoitra who spoke ill of Nelliel to Barragan, which is why Las Noches is hunting her down."

Apache lay on the sofa, fiddling with the shoes he had taken off on the floor, his delicate little feet swinging freely in the air.

"Otherwise, even though Neliel is a decent person, our relationship with her isn't great, so why would we suspect her for no reason?"

"Ha, it's that bastard Neutra again?"

Mila Rhodes's temper flared up instantly, and she said fiercely,

"This guy has always been disrespectful to Lady Harribel because he has Barragan backing him up, and now he even dares to cause trouble? One day I'll twist his head off!"

"You should focus on your cultivation. Although that guy is annoying, he is, after all, one of the top Hollows below Vasto Lorde."

Sun Sun quickly pulled back the excited Mila Rhodes to prevent her from breaking the furniture in the house, as the house and its furniture were all carefully prepared by Lady True Moon.

"If we use the words of the Beast God, I am confident that I can defeat him."

"But that guy has been hiding in the Void Palace, and the Beast God is no match for Barragan."

“Let’s leave Nnoitra for now,” Harribel said. “After all, Cornelielu’s misfortune was caused by us, so let’s help if we can.”

"As expected of Lady Harribel, she has indeed taken the responsibility upon herself," Sun Sun said, covering her face.

Heribel shook her head. "Of course, we should help her within our capabilities, and ensure our own safety first."

"Although we are sorry to Nelliel, our lives do not belong to ourselves, but to Lady True Moon. Only Lady True Moon has the right to make us give up our lives!"

"I wonder when Lady True Moon will be back." Apache's delicate little legs kept swinging. "I wish it would be sooner."

“Yes…” The women looked at her.

Seireitei, the underground training ground.

Aozaki Mayuki watched as the stark white bones before her became smooth and lustrous under the nourishment of blood…

Aozaki Mayuki and the beauty in front of him exchanged a glance.

A few seconds later, the blood-red curtain disappeared in the blink of an eye, and the bare rocky ground of the underground training ground came into view again.

Everything seemed to have returned to normal. The eerie sea of ​​blood had left no trace, and only rock fragments scattered everywhere, broken from the battle between the two.

Aozaki Mayuki hovered in the air and sheathed the Banshou Senra, which had transformed back into a katana.

Unohana Retsu lay on the ground, looking up at the sky. The white-glowing dome was reflected in her pupils, and from this angle, all the points of light seemed so similar to that spiritual pressure.

Every ray of sunlight that falls upon her eyes will be captured.

The last trace of blood flowed into her body.

She underwent a complete transformation in an instant; blood surged in her dried-up veins, and every cell struggled to breathe.

She was "cured".

"How many times has this happened?" Unohana Retsu lay on the ground, gripping her long sword, feeling that even lifting a finger was difficult.

If one possesses the power to exhaust all things, the body will not die.

However, while life may seem to have no end, there is a Bankai.

Bankai can boost combat power for a short period of time, but the price to pay is a corresponding increase in spiritual pressure consumption.

But right now, she really can't muster any spiritual pressure at all.

"I can't remember." Aozaki Mayuki sat down beside her and gently brushed aside the long hair that was covering her eyes.

Through countless endless battles, he witnessed this woman's body turn into bones more than once, and he also pulled her back into this world more than once.

Under the dual pressure of "extinction," they completely abandoned death and fought endlessly.

No matter which side falls, the other side will come to save the other's life.

The two men rose countless times, plunging their blood-stained swords into each other's bodies time and again.

“I lost.” Retsu Unohana’s eyelids drooped slightly, her calm eyes fixed on the man in front of her.

"The endless battles are truly captivating!"

"This is the first time, but it may not be the last."

Aozaki Mayuki smiled and helped the woman up, letting her sit against his lap.

"You always manage to hit people's weak points."

Unohana Retsu sighed softly, then laboriously raised her hand and placed it on his face.

"I really wanted to hand over the title of Kenpachi to you myself, but it no longer belongs to me."

There was once a powerful "child" in Rukongai who was obsessed with the joy of fighting. He even sealed his own power in order to pursue this joy, and was eventually defeated by the first Kenpachi, Unohana Yachiru, in battle.

However, Unohana Yachiru did not accept this victory, believing that her opponent had not given their all and that she was the one who lost. Therefore, she decided that this child should inherit the title of "Kenpachi".