Baraggan, once again returned from hell, gripped his paint black great axe, emanating a chilling aura.
He, along with Shihoin Chika, Chigiri Shijima, Obana Danjiro, and Otokawa Yujiki, who had also experienced multiple cycles of life and death, pressed closer, gradually cornering Yamamoto.
"Oh... Yamamoto, you really are getting old, aren't you? Is this all you've got?"
Shihoin Chika's lips curled into a mocking smile, but his eyes revealed an unprecedented seriousness and gravity.
Aging and physical decline, this was an unavoidable fate for every long-lived Shinigami.
Although he himself had died young.
But from Saizō Sakahone and Nobutsuna, Shihoin Chika understood this truth.
Even if their Reiatsu hadn't weakened, in terms of combat ability, they were undoubtedly much stronger in their youth than in their old age.
Now was not the time to delve deep into Shinigami biology.
The key was, if Yamamoto couldn't hold on now, and that terrifyingly powerful kid wasn't present, then Soul Society might truly face the crisis of annihilation!
"Hold on, Yamamoto! You're not the kind of weakling who gives up, come on, cut them down!"
Shihoin Chika roared, his voice filled with urgency and anger.
"I know that without you telling me, old man!"
Yamamoto gripped his Zanpakuto with both hands and swung it fiercely at the five enemies approaching from all directions.
A powerful burst of flame power erupted instantly.
The surging flames, like a fierce beast, instantly repelled the four enemies in front of him.
However, at this moment, Baraggan's great axe came rushing at him with a sharp whoosh.
But Yamamoto showed no sign of backing down.
He tightly gripped the Zanpakuto in his hand, each swing of his blade directly colliding with Baraggan's axe wind, completely fearless.
As the battle progressed, Yamamoto gradually fell into a disadvantage.
And Baraggan revealed a smug smile.
As the former King of Hueco Mundo, he had ruled that world for many years.
Over the long years, he had participated in countless wars, big and small.
But he had never been so excited, nor had he ever felt such a strong murderous intent to personally kill the person in front of him.
Just then, Yamamoto once again used a flaming sword technique, his blade ignited with flames, repelling Baraggan.
However, this time Yamamoto did not press the advantage; instead, his body paused, and he gasped for breath.
He had to stop to adjust his breathing and recover his stamina.
Yamamoto quickly focused his mind, trying to calm himself down.
However, the Hell Five did not give him a moment to breathe; they simultaneously launched an attack on Yamamoto.
After more than a dozen fierce exchanges, Shihoin Chika finally found a weakness in Yamamoto.
His Zanpakuto drew a semicircular arc of light, leaving a fleeting afterimage in the air, and with the force of a thunderbolt, it slashed fiercely towards the latter's neck!
Looking at the long blade slashing towards his neck, Yamamoto's expression was grave, and his heart was startled.
He tried to raise his sword to block, but found that his strength could no longer support such a movement, as if all the strength in his body had been drained.
If only he could be five hundred years younger!
Yamamoto couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
However, the expected bloody scene did not occur.
Just as Shihoin Chika thought this strike was about to succeed.
He was surprised to find that his blade, when still a few centimeters from Yamamoto's neck, suddenly couldn't be swung further.
A powerful resistance came from the blade, causing a sharp pain in his wrist.
He couldn't help but glance sideways, only to see that at some unknown point, a dark-skinned girl had quietly appeared beside him.
The girl's skin tone was quite similar to his, and her body was enveloped in high-density Reiatsu condensed into lightning.
These lightning bolts formed beast-like features such as cat ears, a cat tail, and cat claws, tightly covering her body like a magnificent battle armor.
"Shunko: Raiju Senkei: Shunryū Kokubyō Senki!"
Yoruichi grinned, revealing a cruel smile.
At the same time, she tightly grasped Shihoin Chika's wrist with one hand, continuously increasing the pressure, making him feel immense strain.
As she moved, a sharp knee strike slammed into Shihoin Chika's stomach.
With a crisp sound of bone cracking, Shihoin Chika's right arm instantly broke.
And his body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, falling heavily to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.
Seeing the girl's ruthless methods, Chigiri Shijima, who was about to approach, instantly tensed up.
He widened his eyes, looking at the scene before him with a grave expression, a strong sense of unease rising in his heart.
However, by the time he was ready to react, it was too late.
Taking advantage of that momentary pause, a light and gentle voice sounded in his ear:
"Hado #90: Kurohitsugi!"
The voice was like a demonic whisper, instilling a sense of danger deep within one's heart.
Immediately after, a black, wall-like rectangular prism rose from the ground with incredible speed.
It was like a massive black cage, emitting a suffocating aura.
This was a black cage forged with the power of corruption, imprisoning the Togabito Chigiri Shijima within it, subjecting him to the torture of myriad blades piercing his body.
"Ah..."
Chigiri Shijima let out a desperate scream.
He struggled frantically, but found that he could not escape this terrifying cage at all.
Every struggle made him feel countless sharp blades piercing his body, causing unbearable pain.
A few seconds later, as the last wail faded, the giant black coffin also disappeared.
Chigiri Shijima's golden armor was shattered, his body covered in bloodstains, and he lay limply on the ground like a puddle of mud.
His vital signs gradually weakened, as if he could die at any moment.
"Alright, now for the change, the subs are here, Captain-Commander, you can rest now."
Yoruichi threw away the broken arm, electricity flickering around her body.
Her eyes held a smile as she surveyed everyone present.
The crisp sound of leather boots hitting the ground echoed, and Michibane Aura also emerged from the shadows.
She walked up to Yamamoto, reached out to help the swaying old man up, and then turned to look at the others.
Not far away, Aizen, who was locked in a fierce battle with the two First Generation Captains, suddenly frowned, and his movements became somewhat stiff.
He narrowed his eyes, looking at Yoruichi's chest.
Of course, he wasn't interested in her attractive figure; it was just that on that woman's chest—
"Is that the Hōgyoku?"
That incredibly familiar crystal made it difficult for Aizen's attention not to be drawn to it.
Although he didn't understand how Aozaki could give such an important item to an outsider.
But allowing such an important item to be exposed to too many people's view was ultimately not good.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but show a wry smile.
He actually allowed himself to be distracted by such a thing...
He raised his hand, subconsciously wanting to turn his Kyōka Suigetsu blade downwards.
The next moment, Saizō Sakahone and Izuhara Kinroku had already rushed forward like hungry tigers pouncing on their prey.
"Trying to use your Zanpakuto ability while we're distracted? You're underestimating your seniors too much, aren't you!?"
Izuhara Kinroku's lips curled into a cold sneer, then he closed his eyes and, without hesitation, swung the blade in his hand, chopping down fiercely.
Hearing this, Aizen felt helpless and had no choice but to abandon his original plan, quickly raising his Zanpakuto to block the attack.
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