Death: This Death is a bit unorthodox.

Not only Shihouin Sennatsu, but also the other culprits and jailers who had not yet returned to Hell felt an immense pressure, as heavy as a mountain pressing down on them.

This oppressive feeling is undoubtedly spiritual pressure!

The original captains all looked surprised.

How powerful is their spiritual pressure?

Already far surpassing the level of an ordinary captain, the Grim Reaper has now been elevated to an even higher level after receiving the power of hell.

However, at this moment, the young man in the sky was able to suppress them with just his spiritual pressure.

This is absolutely terrifying!

This is absolutely not something Death could do.

If these first-generation captains were monsters among the Grim Reapers...

This young man is undoubtedly a monster among monsters!

"It has actually reached such a level..."

Aizen frowned, looking at the panting Saizo and Genryu, his face showing disbelief.

The powerful aura emanating from Aozaki Mayuki caused the surrounding space to tremble.

Although Aozaki Mayuki's pressure was not directly directed at him.

But by observing the performance of the two opponents, and the amazing strength they just displayed, it becomes clear that...

It can be inferred that Aozaki Mayuki's spiritual pressure has reached a terrifying level, far exceeding his imagination.

He knew he was no match for them, and a sense of powerlessness welled up inside him.

Aizen's eyes were filled with shock and helplessness. He smiled bitterly and muttered to himself:

"This guy's potential... far surpasses mine."

He realized that Aozaki Mayuki's strength had exceeded his expectations, and might even have surpassed his own dimension.

This gap made him feel frustrated and bitter, but at the same time, he was full of expectations for Aozaki Mayuki's future.

At the same time, people on the battlefield looked up at the sky.

Aozaki Mayuki's miraculous performance made them wonder if they were in a dream.

Even those soldiers who had just fought fiercely with the monsters who were launching their final counterattack, and who were covered in wounds and had no time to care about their injuries, couldn't help but turn some of their attention to Aozaki Mazuki in the sky.

Yamamoto stood below Aozaki Mazuki, gazing up at the god-like figure with a somewhat dazed expression.

He pondered to himself:

"What exactly happened to this wicked disciple?"

This natural sense of holiness made me feel as if I were meeting the Spirit King!

And... why does it have to emit such a bright light?

The light was so bright it hurt my eyes!

Wait a minute... this kid's all-out act, is he just trying to show off and impress everyone?

Yamamoto's eyes widened, and the corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

"You brat, get down here!"

Yamamoto wanted to reprimand him, but he didn't make a sound. While receiving treatment from Unohana Retsu, he smacked his lips.

He stared wide-eyed at Aozaki Maki.

Then he saw this arrogant kid give him a bright smile and slowly raise his hands.

What's that brat up to now?

Yamamoto muttered to himself.

Does he have some other trick up his sleeve?

It seems to be responding to Yamamoto's inner question.

Aozaki Mayuki smiled gently, raised his hand, and countless arms formed from black and white spiritual pressure emerged from his sleeve like the tentacles of an octopus.

Aozaki Mayuki flicked her sleeves with a flourish, and those spiritual pressure arms, like a group of winding dragons and snakes, swiftly rushed towards the jailer and the culprit.

They were incredibly fast, arriving in front of the enemy in the blink of an eye.

Some people tried to escape, but they found that their bodies were completely immobilized under the immense spiritual pressure.

puff!

With a muffled thud, the spiritual pressure arm suddenly contracted, and Aozaki Mayuki tightly gripped the souls of the screaming crowd.

His handsome face remained calm and composed, as if none of this concerned him.

"I told you, I won't let you get away with this!"

"Aozaki Mayuki said calmly, her voice carrying a hint of cold killing intent."

The jailers and the criminals couldn't argue with him.

As their souls left their bodies, their consciousness instantly plunged into chaos, and their spirits transformed into heavy spirit particles that returned to hell in an instant.

Goodbye, old friends.

As Yamamoto watched the spirit gradually dissipate, a trace of sadness and helplessness appeared on his face.

He knew that these people's fate could not be changed, and could only silently wish them peace in another world.

Yamamoto stood quietly in place, holding Ryujin Jakka in his hand to support his body.

His eyes revealed a deep weariness and helplessness, as if the whole world was pressing down on him.

Those people just vanished, leaving behind only a desolate wasteland.

Yamamoto looked around, his heart filled with emotion and loss. The familiar faces were no longer there; he was left alone to face the ruins.

He seemed to have all his strength drained away, and slowly slid down to the ground against the wet wall, his chest heaving.

Every breath seemed so difficult, as if his life was slowly slipping away.

After a few seconds, Yamamoto struggled to regain some strength.

He looked up and his gaze met that of Death in the sky.

Their eyes met, and neither of them spoke for a moment.

In an instant, it felt as if a thousand years had passed. In the old man's memory, a familiar figure gradually overlapped with the figure of that young man.

Both are the center of attention, and both are relied upon by the masses.

The young man was so genuine that Yamamoto completely forgot that he had been cursing him as a good-for-nothing for decades.

At that moment, he finally realized that the young man in front of him was the legendary Aozaki Mayuki, the hero who saved the world.

Yamamoto slowly and solemnly performed a samurai salute.

The young people responded with smiles.

"Banzai (Long live!)!"

"Captain Aozaki, Banzai!!!"

Cheers resounded throughout the Soul Society, surging like waves, one higher than the next.

Chapter 418 You've worked hard

The cheers seemed to pierce the clouds and reach the heavens, shaking the entire world.

People's enthusiasm and joy were like a volcanic eruption, unstoppable.

The sky above Soul Society seemed to be lit up by the cheers, a dazzling spectacle.

The light illuminated every corner and every face.

Those places that were once shrouded in darkness are now full of hope and vitality.

Sunlight streamed through the clouds, casting golden patches of light on the earth.

These spots of light fell on people and on dilapidated buildings.

The broken sword gleamed brightly in the sunlight, as if telling the story of the fierce battle of the previous night.

The survivors looked around blankly, realizing how long the battle had last night had been.

…………

The sun rose as usual.

The sun shone brightly on Soul Society, and everything was as peaceful as if nothing had happened.

The Soul Society has become accustomed to the baptism of war.

The crises of the past are no longer crises; the battle of a thousand men in a corner of Seireitei is just a small ripple in the long river of history of the three realms.

The sunlight spread rapidly, cutting through the dilapidated streets and finally landing on the tall exterior walls of the Shin-o Ward.

An old man, weathered and worn, leaned against the wall, his wounds throbbing slightly, yet his expression remained unchanged.

The old man's gaze was deep, fixed on the north.

Really, we held on!

There are still breaches around it, but the ancient city still stands.

The Grim Reaper, dressed in his Shinigami uniform, continued his work amidst the ruins.

Despite a night of fierce fighting and a brutal enemy offensive, the ancient city managed to hold out.

Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni was somewhat dazed, perhaps because the severity of his injuries last night had made his thoughts unclear.

"It seems that trusting Junior Brother Zhenyue was indeed the right decision. Logically speaking, such an attack should have been impossible to stop."

"And the gates of hell have actually closed. I really don't know what method Junior Brother Zhenyue used."

A sigh escaped as Chojiro Sasakibe strode down the street.

His shihaka and haori were tattered and stained with blood, clearly indicating that he had just been in a fierce battle.