Despair and Destruction

Of course, the vice-captain doesn't have that kind of ability; he should at least be at the Captain-level.

If this trip to Soul Society is truly intended as a full-scale attack, then of course we can't afford to delay any longer.

But his very presence here is itself a second smokescreen.

So he calmly continued to attack the ice block.

In the noble district, Grimmjow was wreaking havoc.

However, he was somewhat puzzled. It was clearly said that there would be a large number of guards and Soul Reaper here, but after smashing several nice buildings, there was not a single person inside.

"What happened? Are all these guys dead?"

"You guessed right, all the nobles in this large area have long since died out."

A petite figure appeared on the street ahead, with a burly man standing beside her, holding a bunch of snacks and stuffing them into his mouth.

If you look closely, you can see that his legs are trembling slightly, and he is eating snacks faster and faster.

The Second Division Captain who appeared were Soi Fon, the captain of the 2nd Division, and Marechiyo Ōmaeda, the vice-captain.

Ōmaeda muttered under his breath, "Captain, this is bad. No matter how you look at it, this guy looks really ominous..."

"If you're scared, you can go back now." Soi Fon glanced at him sideways and sneered.

Ōmaeda heard that his captain was being so considerate of his subordinates and told him not to participate in the battle, he was so happy that he danced with joy and spat out the snacks in his mouth.

Soi Fon sneered, "Of course you can, but you'll have to give up your vice-captain position to someone else."

"No, no, Captain! I must take the position of Vice-Captain of the Second Division!" Ōmaeda shouted urgently.

"If I lose this position, my family won't give me any money anymore."

The Second Division can be described as a division entirely based on connections. The Captain Soi Fon's Fon Clan and the Vice-Captain Ōmaeda Clan are both subordinate noble families of the Shihoin Clan.

The entire Second Division and the Stealth Force can be considered the private army of the Shihoin Clan.

Ōmaeda, mustering his Grimmjow, looked at him again. The latter merely glared at him, which immediately startled Ōmaeda, causing him to take two or three steps back.

"Captain, that guy is abnormally strong."

"Strong? You mean me now?" Grimmjow sighed, his hands in his pockets.

His eyes swept around, and he laughed, "Finally, quite a few people have arrived."

He sensed something and realized that over a hundred fairly powerful Soul Reaper had appeared around him just now.

Once we kill these guys and put them in that tube in my pocket, we should have enough for a big fight.

His desire to become stronger forced him to suppress his destructive urges.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but laugh, raising his head and grinning, "Soul Reaper, now you truly define strength."

The moment he finished speaking, his Reiatsu suddenly erupted, and the area within a radius of several thousand meters seemed to be violently slammed down by a transparent boulder.

The Stealth Force members who had been hiding nearby, preparing to launch a sneak attack, were instantly knocked to the ground by this Reiatsu.

More than half of the members were coughing up blood and were seriously injured, while the rest were crushed and unable to move.

Meanwhile, Ōmaeda was bracing himself tightly on his knees with both hands, his mouth wide open as he breathed heavily.

"This Reiatsu is terrifying!"

Even if the Second Division are considered to have connections, without the corresponding strength, they cannot become Seated Officers or vice-captains.

Therefore, even though Ōmaeda's Reiatsu level was level five, he couldn't even stand steadily under Grimmjow's burst of Reiatsu, let alone fight.

Soi Fon's eyes sharpened; she realized this guy was not to be trifled with, and her lips twitched slightly.

"We must end this battle quickly. You cooperate with me."

"Cooperate? What am I supposed to cooperate with, Captain?"

Soi Fon completely ignored him, unleashing her Reiatsu: "Bankai, Suzumebachi Raikōben!"

Her Zanpakuto transformed into a massive golden missile launcher, with blue patterns on its surface, and a missile several meters long mounted on it.

"Hold on!" Soi Fon shouted.

Ōmaeda immediately ran behind Soi Fon braced his shoulder against her back.

Soi Fon was struggling greatly; she hadn't expected that the Suzumebachi Raikōben, after its enhanced training, would become so heavy.

Moreover, after this upgrade, the launched missiles are faster, more powerful, and also have the ability to lock onto enemies.

However, it also has some drawbacks.

For example, when it needs to be charged, the blue patterns on the launcher gradually light up, and the missile can only be launched when it is fully lit.

Recharging requires Soi Fon's own Reiatsu, so her body will become weaker and weaker, and without anyone else to help her, she can easily be ambushed and killed by enemies.

The reason she chose to use it here was because she knew Grimmjow was very arrogant and probably wouldn't go all out.

"That's interesting." Grimmjow grinned.

The Reiatsu of Soul Reaper Captain-level being is quite good, and after Bankai, it's comparable to that of a lieutenant, but he still doesn't take it seriously.

He pulled the Soul Reaper Collector from his pocket, casually walked over, and inserted it into the body of the Stealth Force.

These fallen members of the Stealth Force were sucked into the large test tube as if they were a puddle of water.

"Captain, what is that? I've never seen anything so monstrous before. Even Captain Mayuri Kurotsuchi wouldn't do something like that, would he?" Ōmaeda was truly terrified now, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

The thought of a living Soul Reaper being drawn into a test tube by a giant syringe and turning into a puddle of spirit is simply too terrifying for anyone.

"That bastard!" Soi Fon roared through gritted teeth.

Now, the blue pattern has reached its last segment.

"I didn't expect the quality to be so good." Grimmjow was somewhat surprised.

They completed the mission by only absorbing a few dozen Punishment Force, so it seems these guys aren't all useless.

This is natural, because these Punishment Force are all Soi Fon's close-knit troops, each of them possessing the strength of Seated Officer, and some even have Reiatsu capable of challenging for the position of vice-captain.

But at that moment, all of these subordinates turned into the liquid in that test tube.

A surge of anger erupted from Soi Fon's chest and spread throughout her body.

She opened her mouth and roared, "Die!" before slamming the trigger.

Whoosh! The missile shot out with a bright blue tail flame, its speed comparable to a top-level Shunpo.

Even though Grimmjow used the Sonído into the sky the instant the missile was launched, he was still caught up with.

The warhead locked onto Grimmjow.

He originally thought that he could dodge these flying projectiles by simply using Sonído, but he didn't expect that they could actually lock onto him.

So he used the Sonído again and moved twice more.

Although the missile was indeed very fast, it was nowhere near as fast as the Sonído used by Grimmjow, the Sixth Espada Arrancar.

No matter how powerful an attack is, it's meaningless if it can't hit the enemy.

Grimmjow teased his prey like a cat, using the Sonído to make the missiles fly around erratically.

"Explode!" However, the moment he reappeared after using the next Sonído, the Suzumebachi Raikōben suddenly exploded.

A fireball about a kilometer in diameter formed in the air, and a violent gale swept around it.

The heat radiated from the fireball even ignited the buildings below.

Soi Fon, panting heavily, snorted coldly, "As expected of an arrogant and conceited fellow."

If Grimmjow had maintained a distance, she really wouldn't have had a chance.

But unexpectedly, the Arrancar only used the Sonído to dodge when it was about to be hit, and that was within a range of several dozen meters.

Soi Fon deliberately let Suzumebachi Raikōben her several times, completely lowering Grimmjow's guard before detonating it.

One hit, and it's a kill!

Chapter 181 Despair and Destruction

Boom! A huge mushroom cloud shot into the sky.

The Heat heatwave swept away everything around it with devastating force.

The attack power of the Suzumebachi Raikōben is terrifying.

Even Soi Fon herself, the one who released the explosion, was swept away by the aftershocks.

If it weren't for the efforts of the vice-captain, Ōmaeda, who stopped it from behind, it might have blown over a hundred kilometers away.

This mushroom cloud turned the entire aristocratic district, spanning tens of kilometers, into ashes.

It must be said that the power of this attack fully matches her philosophy of killing with a single blow.

Fortunately, the aftershocks didn't last long; the mushroom cloud quickly rose into the sky, revealing its lower form.

On the scorched ground, the Sixth Espada Grimmjow, stood with his arms crossed in front of him, his entire front body scorched black, as if someone had splashed black ash on him.

However, he remained standing.

He lowered his arms, a smirk playing on his lips, and said, "I was careless."

In fact, the moment the Suzumebachi Raikōben was launched, he sensed a threat, which is why he immediately chose to use the Sonído to dodge.

But after discovering that this thing might indeed have high attack power but not fast speed, he suppressed the restlessness in his heart and instead felt a desire to tease it, so he kept using the Sonído to move short distances.

Moreover, in just two instances, he discovered that the thing that was chasing him would pose less and less of a threat as time went on.

He originally planned to sneak away a dozen or so times until the thing's power diminished to a certain extent, then go back and kill and tear Soi Fon to shreds.

I never expected the other party could remotely control the explosion, which indeed caused me serious injuries.

He glanced around. Of the Punishment Force members he had absorbed, only a dozen or so remained alive, but they had all been reduced to ashes by this attack.

Sure enough, these Soul Reapers had no fellow beings in their eyes.

He took a deep breath, his eyes narrowing. "Squeak, Pantera!"

Immediately afterwards, his body became more streamlined, his legs transformed into leopard-like hind legs, his waist lengthened and thinned, and his hands transformed into sharp claws—this was his Resurrección form.

His nose twitched slightly, and after glancing left and right to confirm the direction, he crouched down, exerted force with all four limbs at the same time, and with a loud bang, his figure disappeared from the spot.

Meanwhile, dozens of kilometers away, Soi Fon was unable to get up and was still lying on the ground, panting heavily.

Ōmaeda exclaimed excitedly, "Captain, your Bankai is incredibly powerful! That guy is definitely dead!"

Oh, right, actually, while that Arrancar was flashing around, those surviving marching soldiers had already dug holes and hidden inside."

Soi Fon, panting heavily, replied, "The hole they dug wasn't deep enough. I notified the team members via coded language while I was aiming."

The reason for delaying the detonation for so long was to allow them to dig deeper enough.

Go quickly and notify the Fourth Division to come to their rescue. They're probably buried underground; they'll die if they stay buried any longer.

"Okay, okay, Captain, but what about you?"

Soi Fon tilted her head, somewhat not understanding what Ōmaeda meant.

"Why don't you go find the Fourth Division and take me with you? I really don't know what's in this guy's head, is it all lard?"

A deafening explosion came from afar, followed by an incomparably violent Reiatsu.

Ōmaeda instantly broke out in a cold sweat. "Captain, could this feeling be..."

Before he could finish speaking, Grimmjow's figure had already appeared above them.

He bared his teeth in excitement, then swung his right claw down directly at the two of them.

The claws easily sliced across the ground, instantly creating three claw marks tens of meters long.

Grimmjow, however, discovered that the two enemies that should have been below had disappeared.

He turned his head and saw Ōmaeda carrying Soi Fon, hiding a hundred meters away.

Grimmjow said with some surprise, "You look rather stupid, but you're quite fast."

Ōmaeda was still covered in cold sweat.

He's the vice-captain of the Second Division, and his mastery of the Shunpo technique is quite impressive.