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Chapter 1136 Ichigo is a good boy who will let his enemies die knowingly

Before he died, Nnoitra stared at Ichigo Kurosaki.

"What's this……"

Nnoitra murmured again, as if he was asking himself, and also as if he was asking the world. He couldn't understand why his spiritual pressure, which he had poured all his strength and will into, was so vulnerable in front of Kurosaki Ichigo.

It is a sense of frustration that goes beyond the simple comparison of power and is a complete subversion of self-cognition.

"You look confused?"

Kurosaki Ichigo said.

A faint but extremely stable spiritual pressure surrounded his body. It was a restrained and profound power, completely different from Nnoitra's violent and outward spiritual pressure that almost tore through space.

"It's nothing actually, because I no longer restrain my spiritual pressure, so you can't hurt me at all."

Ichigo Kurosaki slowly turned around, glanced at the people around him who were stunned in shock, and continued to explain.

"When spiritual pressure collides, the weaker party will naturally be hurt. This is the basic law of battle. Arrancar, although your spiritual pressure has been stimulated to the extreme for the purpose of killing, it still seems pale and powerless in front of me. My spiritual pressure has long surpassed your imagination."

Ichigo Kurosaki is a good boy and will make his enemies die knowingly.

Nnoitra's eyes were wide open, and Ichigo Kurosaki's resolute face was reflected in his pupils. It was a kind of indifference and determination that transcended the boundary between life and death.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end it could only turn into a low sigh and blend into the gradually silent air around him.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze, and everyone present felt a shock from the depths of their souls - not only because of Nnoitra's death, but also because of Ichigo Kurosaki's unimaginable display of power.

"Nnoitra!"

Everyone else was surprised.

I didn't expect that the Ten Espada could be killed so easily.

Especially since Nnoitra is not just an ordinary Espada, he is the 50th Espada!
Above them are the four Arrancars: Harribel, Ulquiorra, Bylergan, and Stark, although Harribel is a little weak.

The appearance of Kurosaki Ichigo caused the Arrancar who were heading to the human world to quickly surround him.

At this moment, dozens of Arrancar of varying heights appeared out of nowhere from the shadows and quickly surrounded Kurosaki Ichigo and the others.

They have different body shapes, some are as strong as wild beasts, some are thin but incredibly fast, and each of them exudes a heart-pounding spiritual pressure.

The leader, Yami, a huge Arrancar, drew out his Zanpakutō from his waist. The blade flashed with a bloodthirsty cold light. His deep voice sounded like thunder: "Are you the King of Berserkers, Kurosaki Ichigo?"

As Yami asked the question, the entire space seemed to be filled with a heavy spiritual pressure. This force was as vast as the ocean, surging in every corner of the air, making it almost impossible to breathe.

The dark clouds seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, gathering in the sky above their heads, forming a depressing sky.

The storm is about to come, and an ominous atmosphere is spreading, making people feel despair involuntarily.

Arisawa Ryuki clenched his fists, his nails digging deeply into his palms. She tried to stay calm, but the fear in her heart surged like a tide.

Inoue Orihime and Chataro Yasutora feel the same way.

Having experienced many life-and-death tests with Kurosaki Ichigo, she had long been accustomed to this tense and exciting atmosphere. However, the scene before her made her feel unprecedented pressure.

"How terrifying! Their spiritual pressure is like that of a monster..."

Arisawa Ryuki murmured to himself. Although her voice was small, it revealed her inner fear and shock.

She had fought against the Grim Reapers before, and had witnessed the power and majesty of those captain-level Grim Reapers.

But at this moment, she discovered that the spiritual pressure of these Arrancars was even more terrifying and oppressive than that of 99% of the Shinigami.

However, just when she was about to be crushed by this huge spiritual pressure, a determined figure appeared in her sight.

That was Ichigo Kurosaki. He was walking towards the center of the encirclement step by step, and each step was so firm and powerful.

"Ichigo..."

Arisawa Ryuki called out Kurosaki Ichigo's name softly, and an inexplicable power surged in her heart. She knew that she could not retreat and could not become a burden to Kurosaki Ichigo.

So she took a deep breath, tried to calm her inner fear and anxiety, and was ready to provide support to Kurosaki Ichigo at any time.

Then, Arisawa Ryuki soon discovered that his worries were unnecessary.

Just a shot.

In that desolate land stained with blood, the sky seemed to be pressed down by thick leaden clouds; even the light seemed extremely heavy, unable to penetrate this curtain of despair.

All around, deep pits of varying sizes and unfathomable depths are like scars on Mother Earth, shocking to the eye, and each one records the cruelty and ruthlessness of the battle.

The splashing blood drew poignant arcs in the air, and finally fell powerlessly on the dry land, turning the battlefield into a heart-pounding picture.

On the battlefield, deathly silence and wailing intertwined into a tragic elegy.

The stiff corpses, some lying on the ground in a twisted posture, some looking up at the boundless sky, seemed to be telling their unfulfilled wishes.

Some of them had incomplete limbs, like broken branches and leaves ravaged by a violent storm, scattered in a pool of blood, silently accusing the cruelty of war.

And those scattered broken swords, stuck alone in the ground, with blood stains remaining on the blades, witnessed their owners' final bravery and helplessness.

Staring at these scenes for a long time, it seems as if you can hear the souls that have not yet rested whispering in your ears, emitting bursts of shrill wails that echo in this dead silent space, making people feel chilled.

At this moment of despair and fear, the sky suddenly darkened, and an unprecedented sense of oppression surged in from afar.

The loud rumbling sound shook everyone's heart like thunder, and then a figure that blocked out the sky and the sun slowly stepped into the battlefield. Its appearance instantly covered the already dark sky, casting a large shadow, making the already depressing atmosphere even heavier.

This is the No. 0 Espada - Yami, a terrifying existence that broke through the zero point in anger and transformed into a giant demon.

Yami's body is extremely huge, and every inch of his muscles contains enough power to shake the heavens and the earth.

His every move could cause an earthquake, as if the whole world was shaking under his feet.

His fist swung out like a landslide, with a devastating impact, enough to turn any enemy that stood in his way into dust.

(End of this chapter)