Death: This Death is not serious

Against the backdrop of the moon and stars, Aozaki Mayu stood there quietly.

His figure was no longer as dazzling as before, but at this moment it exuded a reassuring soft light, allowing people to look directly at him without fear.

"Captain Aozaki!"

"It's really Kenpachi Aozaki!!"

"Captain Aozaki saved us, he is worthy of being the strongest god of death!!!"

Everyone shouted excitedly, their hearts full of admiration and gratitude for Aozaki Mayu.

"This junior, he performed well, I will reluctantly recognize him."

Shifengyuan Chihiro held his Zanpakutō and slowly walked to Yamamoto, breathing a long sigh of relief.

He still had the urge to pick up the sword and chop the old man, but he could barely suppress this urge.

However, before he finished speaking, his sharp intuition, which he had honed for many years of fighting on the battlefield, instantly sounded a sharp alarm.

Shifengyuan Chihiro couldn't help but shrink his neck, and his face turned a little pale.

"It looks like the matter is over. We dead people should go back to hell. Let's go first."

After saying that, he wanted to raise the Zanpakutō in his hand and prepared to wipe it across his neck.

But the next second, a huge pressure came.

Shifengyuan Chihiro's body trembled violently, and his hand was not steady, and the Zanpakutō fell directly to the ground.

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

Not only Shifengyuan Chihiro, but also other sinners and jailers who had not yet returned to hell felt an extremely heavy pressure, like a mountain pressing on them.

This sense of oppression was undoubtedly spiritual pressure!

The first generation captains were all shocked.

How powerful is their own spiritual pressure?

The Shinigami, who were already far beyond the level of ordinary captains, have now been upgraded to a higher level after accepting the power of hell.

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

This is really too terrifying!

This is definitely not something that the god of death can do.

If these first-generation captains are monsters among the gods of death.

Then this young man is undoubtedly a monster among monsters!

"It has reached such a level..."

Aizen frowned, looking at Nigu Caizang and Yan Yuan Jinle who were breathing heavily, with an unbelievable look on his face.

The powerful pressure emanating from Aozaki Mayu made the surrounding space tremble.

Although Aozaki Mayu's pressure was not directly aimed at him.

But by observing the performance of the two opponents and the amazing strength they just showed.

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

He knew that he could not compare with it, and a sense of powerlessness surged in his heart.

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

"This guy's potential... is so much beyond me."

He realized that Aozaki Mayu's strength had exceeded his expectations, and might even exceed his own dimension.

This gap made him feel frustrated and bitter, but he was also full of expectations for the future of Aozaki Mayu.

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

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

Even those soldiers who had just fought fiercely with the last counterattack monsters, were covered with scars and had no time to take care of their injuries, couldn't help but focus some of their attention on Aozaki Mayu in the sky.

Yamamoto stood below Aozaki Mayu, looking up at the god-like figure with a dazed look.

He thought to himself:

"What happened to this evil disciple?"

This natural sense of holiness made him feel like he was meeting the Spirit King!

And... why did he have to emit such a bright light?

My eyes hurt!

Wait... this kid did this just to show off in front of others! ?

Yamamoto's eyes widened, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching.

"Stinky boy, why don't you come down!"

Yamamoto wanted to scold, but no sound came out. While accepting Unohana Retsu's treatment, he smacked his lips.

He widened his eyes and stared at Aozaki Mayu.

Then he saw that this stinky boy smiled brightly at him, and then slowly raised his hands.

What is this stinky boy going to do?

Yamamoto muttered in his heart.

Does he have any tricks up his sleeve?

It seemed to be responding to Yamamoto's inner doubts.

Aozaki Mayu smiled lightly, raised his hand, and countless black and white spiritual pressure condensed into arms,Like the tentacles of an octopus, they stuck out from his sleeves.

Aozaki Mazuki shook his sleeves casually, and those spiritual pressure arms rushed towards the jailers and the guilty people like a group of winding dragons and snakes.

They were extremely fast and arrived in front of the enemy in the blink of an eye.

Some people wanted to escape, but they found that their bodies could not move at all under the powerful spiritual pressure.

Puff!

With a muffled sound, the spiritual pressure arms suddenly contracted, and Aozaki Mazuki tightly grasped the souls of the screaming people.

His handsome face still maintained a calm and indifferent expression, as if all this had nothing to do with him.

"I said, I won't let you go!"

Aozaki Mazuki said lightly, with a hint of cold murderous intent in his voice.

The jailers and the guilty people couldn't talk back to him.

As the souls left the body, their consciousness instantly fell into chaos, and the spirits turned into heavy spirits in an instant and returned to hell.

"Goodbye, old friends."

Yamamoto looked at the gradually dissipating spirit, with a trace of sadness and helplessness on his face.

He knew that the fate of these people could not be changed, and he could only silently wish them to rest in peace in another world.

Yamamoto stood quietly in the same place, holding the Ryujin Jakka in his hand, supporting his body.

His eyes revealed a deep sense of fatigue and powerlessness, as if the whole world was pressing on him.

Those people just disappeared, leaving only a mess of land.

Yamamoto looked around, his heart full of emotion and loss. The once familiar faces are no longer there, leaving only him alone to face the ruins.

He seemed to have been drained of all his strength, and he slowly slid down to the ground against the wet wall, his chest rising and falling.

Every breath seemed so difficult, as if his life was gradually fading away.

After a few seconds, Yamamoto forced himself to support his body, trying to recover some strength.

He raised his head, and his eyes happened to meet the god of death in the sky.

The two people's eyes met, and no one spoke for a while.

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

They were both the focus of attention and relied on by everyone.

The young man was so real that Yamamoto completely forgot that he had been scolding him for being a useless guy for decades.

At this 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 man smiled in return.

"Hail!"

"Captain Aozaki, Hail!!!"

The cheers resounded throughout the Soul Society, surging like waves, one higher than the other.