Watching the Senkaimon open and the Soul Reapers vanish before his eyes, Zommari remained completely unbothered.
At this very moment, he only had eyes for Naraku Sora.
As an Adjuchas who once dominated a territory in Hueco Mundo, Menos Grande of the same level were simply no match for him.
Those clumsy fools could not even keep up with the speed of his Sonído.
Even the powerhouses among the Soul Reaper expeditionary forces that ventured into Hueco Mundo had all, without exception, fallen by his hands.
The only existence he could never defeat was the Vasto Lorde Menos Grande who called himself Arturo Plateado.
When he was alive, Zommari had no idea what an Arrancar was. It was only after his death, upon plummeting into Hell, that he learned of the concept from the mouths of some of his peers.
Shattering the boundary of a Hollow's soul and sealing one's core into the form of a sword was one of the evolutionary paths for a Menos Grande—a mighty state that transcended the norm.
And Zommari Rureaux, after falling into Hell, had shattered that so-called boundary of the soul with the blessing of Hell's power, mastering this formidable state.
Although his freedom was restricted, he had simultaneously broken free from the shackles of being a Hollow.
With his Hollow hole detached from his physical body, his strength had multiplied countless times over. Coupled with the enhancements of becoming an Arrancar, Zommari felt more powerful than ever before.
Even if the Arturo from back then were to appear before him again, he could effortlessly tear him to shreds, just as the other had once torn him apart.
A scorching wind, heated by Reiatsu, swept past, kicking up a few specks of white dust that swirled into the air before vanishing into nothingness amidst the clash of chains and blades.
Zommari looked at the Soul Reaper he was suppressing with great interest.
A very bizarre existence. He was clearly a living being, yet he carried the lingering stench of Hell. And despite being a Soul Reaper, he also gave off a faint trace of a Hollow.
Compared to those Lieutenants who had abandoned their comrade and fled the World of the Living, he was much more interested in the Soul Reaper right in front of him.
Raising a charred arm, a small cluster of ash gathered above his palm. A pitch-black, jagged radiance coalesced in front of Zommari, forming a sphere that devoured all surrounding light.
Chains wrapped around it, outlining a shape divided into six equal parts.
Seeing this, an inexplicable chill shot up Naraku Sora's spine, causing his body to instantly tense up.
Subconsciously unleashing his Lightning Release Mode, his muscle fibers were instantly vitalized to their absolute limits.
Then, he saw a pillar of light erupting into the sky, a roaring, boiling shockwave, and a fiery glow that instantly expanded to its maximum.
The earth trembled as if it were roaring.
Immediately after, visible ripples surged from the epicenter of the light pillar. Amidst the terrifying upheaval, countless rocks and debris undulated like an ocean tide, transforming into a massive wave that expanded in all directions.
Wherever it passed, all fragile buildings were swept up like dust in the tide, instantly pulverized and dragged into the hurricane.
In just a brief moment, the city as far as the eye could see completely disintegrated, reduced to pale ruins.
It was an exaggerated, awe-inspiring scene that left one trembling in fear.
It was as if the apocalypse had descended.
As for Naraku Sora, the moment the impact struck, he executed an extreme Flash Step. While vanishing from his spot, he did not forget to cast a Dankū to block the aftershocks.
Looking at the completely unharmed figure in the distant sky, a hint of surprise appeared on Zommari's face.
That lightning-fast speed had easily surpassed the explosive bursts of his own Sonído from when he was alive, and was perhaps even faster than Arturo.
It was safe to say that this Soul Reaper was the fastest existence he had ever seen in his long life as a Hollow.
Furthermore, during their brief exchange just now, the opponent's offensive power was also incredibly formidable, easily unleashing a destructive force that made one shudder.
He could even switch from offense to defense in an instant, neutralizing the impact of the Hell chains.
As expected of someone who dared to stay behind alone to cover the retreat—he was certainly not simple.
His interest in this guy was growing stronger by the second. If he could drag this Soul Reaper back to Hell, it might just elevate his own status.
Let the Soul Society lose another pillar of strength on this joyous day.
Zommari's head bent at a ninety-degree angle, his posture twisted to the extreme. From the swirling mud pit in the distance, ink-like specks of phosphorescent gas continuously bubbled up, lingering around him.
Naraku Sora stood tall with his sword in hand, his brows furrowed tightly as he stared at the distant figure. With a face full of suspicion, he asked,
"Are you hacking?"
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Zommari did not quite understand the other party's words.
Naraku Sora was even more baffled as to why a mere No. 7 would suddenly become this absurdly strong.
He was clearly just an Adjuchas. Even if he had shattered his soul boundary on his own and become a self-made Arrancar like Arturo, it shouldn't be this exaggerated.
Could it be related to his Hollow hole?
Naraku Sora glanced at the Hollow hole suspended behind Zommari's head, which looked like the halo of a divine Buddha.
However, it was dripping with sticky, pitch-black ink spots, making it look not the least bit holy, but rather brimming with an eerie sense of corruption.
It gave off a chilling sensation that made one shudder.
It felt as though he wasn't facing an enemy, but rather confronting death itself.
"You seem quite curious about it?"
Zommari noticed Naraku Sora's gaze and revealed a mocking smile.
"As a Soul Reaper, you might not fully grasp the concept of a Hollow hole. But what if I told you that it represents the emptiness and obsession within a Hollow's heart?"
"Come, leave this sin-filled world with me, and let us head to Hell together."
"There, you will find eternal salvation."
Hearing this, Naraku Sora furrowed his brows and glared at him in displeasure.
"What the hell are you talking about..."
Right at that moment, a figure landed beside Naraku Sora, a calm voice exposing Zommari's malice.
"Sora, pay no mind to this guy's words."
"He is merely a dead man who has received the blessing of Hell's power."
"However, his research value is quite high. If conditions permit, please make sure to capture him alive."
Seeing Aizen appear, Naraku Sora paused for a moment. "You didn't leave with the others?"
Aizen glanced at him expressionlessly, saying nothing, yet seemingly saying everything.
Communication between the two rarely required many words. Because they understood each other so well, a single look was often enough to convey their thoughts.
Without any need for discussion, the moment Aizen released his Reiatsu, Naraku Sora streaked across the sky like a bolt of lightning, his scorching Reiatsu crashing down like a tidal wave.
A ferocious grin surfaced on his lips. Naraku Sora transformed into a runaway freight train, stepping forward with Flash Step. Tanking the chains that moved like living creatures head-on, he slashed forward.
*Boom—*
Visible ripples rapidly undulated outward, forming ring after ring of shockwaves that spread in all directions.
The chains shattered, scattering from the sky.
Feeling the sudden impact, a flash of astonishment crossed Zommari's eyes. He couldn't understand why this guy had suddenly erupted with such terrifying power.
And who was that Soul Reaper chanting a Kidō incantation?
With no time to overthink, the horrifying impact from the front instantly sent Zommari flying. His body violently rubbed against the atmosphere, emitting an ear-piercing screech.
Finally, he crashed ruthlessly into the city's ruins, kicking up a cloud of dust that shot straight into the sky.
Right on cue, the Kidō incantation finished.
"Hadō #90: Kurohitsugi."
As Aizen raised his finger, an inexplicable gleam flashed across his plain glasses.
Complex, pitch-black patterns unfolded amidst the ruins. A torrential flood of gravity crashed down, extending layer by layer like stacked data, enveloping and devouring the billowing dust along with Zommari.
A giant black coffin, dozens of meters tall, instantly solidified, standing in the center of the ruins like an eternal monument.
Beneath its tranquil surface, countless blades mixed with the torrent of gravity completely submerged Zommari.
The sound of tearing flesh and the clashing of metal filled the coffin, like a passionate symphony reaching its crescendo!
When the black coffin dissipated, Zommari's figure appeared before the two.
His body was twisted in an irregular shape, with countless wounds covering his skin. In some places, the cuts were so deep that bone was visible, his flesh peeling away.
Seizing the perfect opportunity created by Naraku Sora, Aizen showed no intention of holding back. His opening move was a fully chanted level 90 Hadō, perfectly displaying his immense talent in Kidō.
Coupled with his mighty Reiatsu that surpassed even Naraku Sora's, the instantaneous burst of damage output easily became the highest on the battlefield.
Even Zommari was left completely dazed.
He racked his brain but couldn't figure out why two Soul Reapers who weren't even Captains were displaying such terrifying strength.
If this continued, let alone dragging them into Hell, whether he could even return himself would become a problem.
Thinking of this, he dared not hesitate any longer. Zommari spread his fingers, and the ink-black phosphorescent gas condensed in his palm, forming a long sword that emanated an eerie aura. Then, he abruptly raised it—
"Rule over all, Brujería!"
The moment his words fell, a purple pillar of Reiatsu shot into the sky. A heavy, oppressive sensation crushed down as if the heavens and earth were overturning.
The rubble and earth in the ruins let out groans of unbearable weight. The already dark sky had, at some unknown point, been covered by thick, heavy clouds.
Washed over by the Reiatsu, the air trembled violently, as if unable to bear this terrifying existence.
"Celebrate, cheer."
"This is the only chance in your lives to witness such a magnificent form!"
An arrogant voice echoed from within the pillar of light. As the waves of Reiatsu dispersed, the body inside was revealed.
At this moment, Zommari's appearance had undergone an earth-shattering transformation.
Not only was his Resurrección command different, but even his outward appearance was completely unlike what Naraku Sora remembered.
On his face, a pale, cage-like mask completely covered his visage. His facial features had vanished, replaced by eerie eyeballs.
Pitch-black, viscous liquid continuously oozed from the eye sockets, coating his body. Wherever it flowed, dense clusters of eyes continuously opened.
He looked exactly like Argus from mythology, only with far more eyes.
Zommari had completely transformed into a monster, exuding a heart-palpitating oppression.
Looking at the unidentified creature before him, Naraku Sora only felt his scalp tingle, his sanity points plummeting.
Compared to the previous Tsunayashiro Taketori, Zommari seemed even more terrifying.
Aizen's expression grew much more serious. He slowly drew the Zanpakutō from his waist. A sliver of silvery-white light shone in the gloom, followed by an imperceptible trace of black rippling across the blade.
Seeing this, Naraku Sora grinned. He raised his right hand and pressed his five fingers against his face.
His originally blood-red Reiatsu instantly turned into pure pitch-black. A shockwave of Reiatsu exploded outward, spreading in all directions.
Hollowfication!
The dense cluster of eyes revealed unconcealable astonishment. Zommari seriously suspected that the Soul Reaper opposite him had cast some sort of illusion.
Otherwise, why would a Soul Reaper display such pure Hollow power?!
When the figure wreathed in pitch-black Reiatsu stepped out of the pillar of light, a white bone mask outlined with black stripes came into view. Zommari's pupils shrank abruptly.
Naraku Sora flashed him a savage grin, his golden slit pupils locking onto his figure.
Sonído!
A sharp sound pierced through the spatial distance as a blade burning with the flames of Reiatsu slashed down right at his head.
It was as if he intended to sever everything before him!
Zommari clapped his hands together, instantly activating his power of domination. Dozens of eyes locked onto Naraku Sora's body, instantly branding him with countless sun-shaped patterns.
"Accept this magnificent love!"
Naraku Sora stopped dead in his tracks. Seeing this, Zommari breathed a sigh of relief, his previous tension vanishing into thin air.
As long as his power of domination was effective, he was invincible.
His gaze shifted, landing on Aizen not far away. Now—
It's time to deal with you!
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