Death: This Death is a bit unorthodox.

What is this?

Unohana Retsu, standing to the side, stared intently at the increasingly thick gray-brown mist with a grave expression, and said in a deep voice:

"This is the Hungry Pleasure Corridor... This is that man, Kenpachi Kuruyashiki's Bankai!"

Aozaki Mayuki certainly knew what the Hungry Music Corridor meant.

He is not only a time traveler, but also the captain of the Eleventh Division.

He had heard the story of the seventh Kenpachi from his fellow members more than once.

The Hungry Pleasure Corridor is a force powerful enough to instill fear and despair in any normal person.

Kenpachi Kuroyashiki's Bankai can summon a giant jaw on the ground, equivalent to several Karakura Towns in size.

This huge mouth is like an extremely ferocious beast; once it opens its blood-red maw, it will devour everything.

Whether living or non-living, whether enemy or ally.

Anyone within this range will be mercilessly devoured, torn apart, and crushed by it.

What's even more terrifying is that this Bankai has an uncontrollable and massive destructive power, which even Kenpachi Kuruyashiki himself cannot fully control.

Once released, it will create a situation where friend and foe are indistinguishable, bringing unpredictable consequences to the entire battle.

Therefore, the Central 46 Chambers strictly forbade Kenpachi Kuruyashiki from using Bankai within the Seireitei, regardless of the circumstances.

Kenpachi Kuruyashiki has always strictly adhered to this order.

Even in the challenge to determine the name of Kenpachi by Mochijo Souya, he was defeated, and even in the life-or-death duel with a powerful enemy, he unfortunately died.

He has never used this forbidden Bankai power.

However, at this moment he was in hell, completely controlled by the will of hell, and had no way to control his own power.

On the ground, after hearing Retsu Unohana's explanation, the first captains who remained in place all wore solemn expressions.

A radius of several spirit miles, compared to the Seireitei with a diameter of over six hundred spirit miles, does not seem particularly wide.

But... that's enough to cover the entire battlefield!

My group of people are already gone, so it wouldn't matter if we died again.

However, if all members of the Gotei 13 on the battlefield were wiped out by this move.

According to the rules, any soul killed by the will of hell will fall into hell without needing to be purified by a Zanpakuto or to undergo a soul burial ritual.

Kenpachi Kuruyashiki, who was just now, was also wearing skull armor, clearly possessing the power of hell.

If all the Grim Reapers present were to go to Hell, then the Three Realms would have no future.

"Is there any way to stop it? If all of us old guys work together, we should be able to destroy this monster!"

The return of Shihouin Senji was unknown; his golden armor was almost completely shattered, but his body had been restored to its original state.

Upon hearing this, Retsu Unohana shook her head, a hint of helplessness flashing in her eyes, and said:

"It's no use, that thing has no physical form."

"Although the Hungry Corridor is a biological type Zanpakuto, its Bankai power is almost like the rules of nature."

Unohana Retsu continued to explain,

"Once it starts, it cannot be stopped by conventional means until the consumption ends."

Her words conveyed a deep sense of powerlessness, which made people feel desperate.

"The only thing we can do right now is to find a way to escape this area."

Unohana Retsu's tone became serious; she knew time was of the essence and they had to act quickly.

After saying that, she released her spiritual pressure perception and began to carefully sense the surrounding aura and energy fluctuations, trying to locate the other people.

With her speed, she might be able to save some people from this dangerous place.

Yamamoto stared blankly at everything around him.

In an instant, he seemed to have aged hundreds of years, his wrinkles deepening, resembling an ordinary old man nearing the end of his life.

Just then, Aozaki Mayuki walked up to him and gently patted his shoulder.

"Old man, don't give up. You stubborn old man, you don't seem like the kind of person who would give up easily."

Upon hearing this, Yamamoto raised his head, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

He couldn't help but ask:

"You have another way!?"

Although he knew the situation was extremely critical, he still clung to a sliver of hope.

This young disciple did not disappoint him, successfully closing the gates of hell in a way he was unaware of.

Perhaps he has other ways to resolve this serious crisis!

At this moment, Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni knew that he was powerless to do anything.

So they placed all their hopes on this little apprentice who seemed to always be able to create miracles.

Under Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni's gaze, Aozaki Mayuki's eyes gradually underwent a strange change, with two additional pupils appearing in each eye socket.

"Old man, teachers shouldn't look at students like that. Stand up straight."

With a gentle smile on her face, Aozaki Mayuki's body rose into the air, defying the norms of Soul Society.

As if a sacred being had descended upon the world, Aozaki Mayuki looked down upon the earth, and all living beings on the earth looked up in reverence for him.

He looked at everyone with a smile and slowly grasped a Zanpakuto that had appeared out of nowhere.

"ban!"

With a soft shout, a dazzling light suddenly burst forth from Aozaki Mayuki's body.

In the blink of an eye, the light spread rapidly, instantly covering the entire sky.

The sky, which had been shrouded in phosphorus released from the Gates of Hell, suddenly became as bright as day.

On the ground, the enormous abyss mouth, like a terrifying beast, slowly closed.

Its gaping maw seemed poised to swallow the entire world.

In the sky, endless light poured down like a waterfall, illuminating the entire battlefield.

These lights carried immense power and majesty, giving everyone an irresistible sense of pressure.

The gray-brown behemoth began to stiffen under the light, and its movements gradually came to a standstill.

Yamamoto felt the power of this light.

To his surprise, when the white light shone on him, the flow of spiritual energy within his body became stagnant.

He secretly wondered:

"What's going on? How come I'm also affected by this light? Is this kid trying to take this opportunity to attack me?"

Yamamoto suddenly thought of it.

However, he didn't seem to realize that his tense mind was gradually relaxing because of the light.

As she pondered, the light emanating from Aozaki Mayuki gradually faded.

As the light emanating from him faded, his ever-expanding maw began to gradually collapse.

Yamamoto stared wide-eyed at the sight before him in disbelief.

He simply couldn't believe that this young man could stop the disaster all by himself.

He gaped open, speechless with shock.

Meanwhile, inside the Seireitei, countless Shinigami stared in astonishment at the scene before them.

Just seconds before, that slowly closing maw had almost swallowed them all.

They ran desperately in panic, trying to escape the jaws of the giant mouth from which it was about to devour them.

That bone-chilling cold and fear will likely become the most unforgettable memory of their lives.

But just when they felt there was no hope of escape.

The divine light that descended from the sky like a miracle was like a huge and powerful hand that forcefully pulled them back from the gates of hell.

The Grim Reapers stood amidst the ruins, raising their heads and gazing intently at the sky.

Chapter 417 An Incompetent Disciple

Bathed in the light of the stars and moon, Aozaki Mayuki stood there quietly.

His figure was no longer as dazzling as before, but now it radiated a reassuring, gentle light that allowed people to look directly at him without fear.

"Captain Aozaki!"

"It really is Kenpachi Aozaki!!"

"Captain Aozaki saved us! He truly deserves to be called the strongest Shinigami!!!"

The crowd cheered excitedly, their hearts filled with admiration and gratitude for Aozaki Mayuki.

"This junior has performed quite well, so I'll reluctantly acknowledge him."

Sennichi Shihouin, carrying his Zanpakuto, slowly walked to Yamamoto's side and let out a long sigh of relief.

He still has an urge to take a knife and chop the old man down, but he can barely suppress that urge.

However, before he could finish speaking, his keen intuition, honed through years of battle, instantly sounded a sharp alarm.

Shihouin Senhi couldn't help but shrink back, his face turning somewhat pale.

"It seems the matter is over. We dead should go back to hell now. Let's go first."

After saying that, he tried to raise his Zanpakuto, preparing to slit his own throat.

But the next second, an immense pressure struck.

Senhi Shihōin's body trembled violently, and he lost his grip, causing his Zanpakutō to fall to the ground.

He turned around and saw Aozaki Mayuki in the sky looking at him with a half-smile.