Death: This Death is a bit unorthodox.

Given Mao Zhihua's talent, reaching the first-class spiritual power level should be the limit. What's going on with her current strength?

Swish! !

Unohana Yachiru dodged to the side, ignoring the long sword that grazed her face.

As the first Kenpachi, even among the captains of the first Gotei 13, no one could match her swordsmanship. Yet, with a twist of her wrist, the long sword in her hand turned sharply in mid-air.

puff!

The skull armor, radiating a faint golden light, was sliced ​​to pieces. Sharp sword energy cut through Lu Qu Baiyunzhai's skin, revealing the scarlet flesh beneath.

"What a troublesome fellow!"

Unohana Retsu remained expressionless, feeling the two strong gusts of wind behind her, focusing only on gripping her curved sword tightly.

"Yachiru, don't blame us, we had no choice!"

With a sinister grin, Nikotsu Saizo, together with Yan Yuanjinle, raised his Zanpakuto and slashed at Unohana Retsu.

There wasn't a trace of remorse on their faces for attacking their former comrade.

Seeing this, Unohana Retsu snorted in annoyance:

"Cut~"

These people are all old acquaintances, and they know each other's personalities very well.

They may not have genuinely wanted to destroy the three realms, but they were definitely very interested in killing themselves and Yamamoto.

Just as Saizo rushed out, Kenpachi Zaraki and Sosuke Aizen suddenly appeared.

Kenpachi Zaraki wielded his long sword, slashing precisely and fiercely into the crowd, the blade piercing the heads of two captain-level hell guards.

Aizen Sousuke, wielding a long sword, rushed forward without hesitation, blocking Reikotsu Saizo and Genbara Kinroku.

With a swift swing and slash of his longsword, both Nigu Caizang and Yan Yuanjinle were simultaneously repelled.

However, Yamamoto, who had just unleashed a burst of flames and repelled three of the first captains, noticed something amiss.

Kenpachi Zaraki being able to defeat the hell guards is considered normal.

After all, judging from their moves, those jailers were only at the level of third to second-grade spiritual power, and their strength wasn't particularly strong.

In his memory, Aizen was not outstanding among the captains of the Gotei 13; he could be described as frail and weak.

Facing a captain with formidable combat abilities, there is no doubt that they would be defeated instantly.

But what did he see now?

Aizen was actually able to suppress Reikoku Saizo and Yan Yuan Jinle!

Moreover, these were the rebellious Saizo and Yan Yuan Jinle, who had been enhanced by the power of hell!

Yamamoto couldn't help but cast a questioning glance at Aizen.

"I am able to have the strength I have today thanks to Captain Aozaki's help."

To avoid future trouble, Aizen made up a reason and silently offered an explanation.

Yamamoto still had some doubts, but with a formidable enemy at hand, there was no time for deep thought.

Yamamoto had always been aware of Aozaki Mayuki's ability to train others.

Anyone can clearly see that the overall strength of the Eleventh Division is more than one level higher than that of the other divisions.

Like flowing water and emerging clouds, they were originally just ordinary officials.

However, under the hands of Aozaki Mayuki, his spiritual pressure level grew to that of a captain.

If Aizen Sousuke's strength increased rapidly with the help of Aozaki Mayuki, it would be somewhat plausible.

There's a saying in major Western countries that goes something like this.

If it doesn't make a sound, it's a blockbuster.

This phrase is perfectly suited to describe someone like Aizen Sousuke.

However, that alone is not enough.

Although they temporarily withstood the enemy's offensive, the enemy did not fall into chaos or collapse.

As the casualties on the Seireitei side continued to increase, the number of monsters pouring out of the Gates of Hell continued to rise.

The private soldiers trained by the nobles were far less skilled than the members of the Thirteen Guards of the Imperial Household.

Faced with such a terrifying scene, many people were already terrified, and the disorganized troops could collapse and flee at any moment.

"That's why I hate cowards."

Yamamoto frowned slightly, and in just a fraction of a second he grasped the current situation.

If things continue like this, let alone pacifying the battlefield, even those old guys at the front will probably be hard to handle!

Looking at his friends clad in golden armor, Yamamoto had never felt such an urgent desire to gain immense power.

If we can break through the limitations imposed by the Grim Reaper, we might be able to resolve this crisis even without relying on the Zanka Blade.

Chapter 411 Revenge Activity

Yamamoto couldn't help but think of his young disciple, that guy who was a Grim Reaper but was incredibly strong.

He miraculously broke free from the Grim Reaper's grasp and reached a level that none of the Grim Reapers had ever reached. Perhaps he really might find a way to deal with the current crisis.

No, there's no other way but there must be a way. We can only believe this.

As long as there is a glimmer of hope!

Now, we must stop these troublesome bastards!!

Yamamoto looked at the long sword in his hand, a ruthless glint appearing in his eyes.

A blazing hell!

He swung his sword towards the sky.

Flames shot into the sky, transforming into a pillar of fire connecting heaven and earth, instantly engulfing more than a dozen hellish monsters and vengeful people.

"Very good, Captain-General, that's it."

"But with your aged body, how long can you last even without using Bankai?"

"So... please don't die!"

With an incredibly sunny smile, Shihouin Sennichi assumed a sword-drawing stance.

Looking at the other person's appearance, Yamamoto was slightly taken aback, and seemed a little dazed.

Then, he flashed a confident smile.

"You're the ones who should be careful! I'll personally send you bastards back to hell!"

In the midst of the melee, the group locked eyes and then charged at each other.

A fierce spiritual pressure exploded and spread outwards!

As they moved, the surrounding space began to distort and deform, as if it could not withstand this powerful force.

Yamamoto's gaze hardened, and he gripped his long sword tightly, exuding an unparalleled aura.

Senhi Shihouin still wore that sunny smile on his face, but his eyes flashed with a sharp light.

He flashed and transformed into a streak of light, rushing towards Yamamoto at an astonishing speed.

The distance between the two rapidly decreased, and they were about to collide.

Just then, Yamamoto suddenly swung his sword, and a blazing sword aura roared out, heading straight for Shihouin Sennichi.

Shihōin Senji showed no fear. He dodged the blade's energy by sidestepping it, and at the same time, the blade in his hand glowed faintly as he slashed fiercely at Yamamoto.

Yamamoto snorted and raised his long sword to block Shihouin Sennatsu's attack.

The two weapons clashed, producing a piercing metallic clang.

Immediately afterwards, they engaged in a fierce close-quarters combat.

Every clash between swords and fists produces dazzling sparks and powerful spiritual pressure fluctuations.

At the same time, the other first captains also launched attacks, attempting to break through Yamamoto's defenses from various directions.

However, Yamamoto displayed extraordinary combat skills and reflexes, wielding the Ryujin Jakka, a weapon no one dared to directly confront, and deflecting their attacks time and time again.

In this fierce battle, Yamamoto gradually gained the upper hand.

His swordsmanship became increasingly fierce, each strike containing immense power, making it difficult for his enemies to withstand.

But Shihouin Senhi and the others did not give up.

Their bodies were constantly injured and then repaired, and they launched attacks with fearless courage.

For a time, the battlefield was locked in a stalemate, with neither side willing to give way and neither able to easily defeat the other.

…………

Kensei Muguruma, Shinji Hirako, and the other captains stood not far away, their eyes fixed intently on what lay ahead.

Their figures stood out conspicuously in the dim light, their white robes particularly striking.

A tense and fierce atmosphere permeated the battlefield, and the gazes of the two sides met, as if sparks could fly.

In this tense atmosphere, Kyoraku Shunsui and Ukitake Jushiro exchanged a glance, as if there was a tacit understanding between them.

Ukitake Jushiro nodded slightly, and Kyoraku Shunsui rushed out without hesitation toward the direction of the Gotei 13's melee.

The others wisely stayed where they were and did not follow along to join the fun.

What a joke!

Those first-generation captains who were empowered by the power of hell have seen their strength greatly enhanced.

The ticket to the great melee is a first-class spiritual power!

If these ordinary team leaders rush in rashly, they will only lose their lives in vain.

Kensei Muguruma stood there, looking at the hordes of monsters, his brows furrowed.

These monsters come in various shapes and sizes. Although they do not have the Hollow's mask, their appearances are somewhat similar to the Hollow's, which is quite terrifying.