Unable to Cut Open Hell's Space

Gin Ichimaru gritted his teeth and continued to pry forward.

A crisp, soft sound rang out.

Wang Tuchuan thrust his knife forward, piercing through Gin Ichimaru's abdomen and pinning him to the ground.

Then he walked up to Shizuka Tokoyo, looked at her wailing mouth, reached out his left hand, grabbed her right forearm, and pulled hard, tearing off half of her arm.

Thick, dollop-like blood gathered into beads at the cut and slowly dripped down.

Wang Tuchuan stretched the severed arm toward Shizuka Tokoyo's mouth.

Bankai, Kamishini no Yari!

With a whoosh, Wang Tuchuan blocked the extended Kamishini no Yari with his own arm.

But Wang Tuchuan's body was propelled away by a tremendous force, only to stop after a hundred meters.

Gin Ichimaru was somewhat unwilling. He hadn't expected that the power of his Bankai would be weakened so much, and it hadn't even penetrated the severed arm. He couldn't even use poison techniques to try and break through it.

Wang Tuchuan expressionlessly wrapped the Kamishini no Yari in his forearm and gripped it tightly, but the blade vanished in the next moment.

He squinted at Gin Ichimaru, seemingly without the slightest concern for the Kamishini no Yari, and then strode back.

Gin Ichimaru, panting heavily, once again thrust out the Kamishini no Yari, but the extended blade that he had expected never appeared.

"Wang Tuchuan's Zanpakuto possesses sealing abilities," Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto said in a deep voice.

He was already able to move and speak, but his body was still resisting Shizuka Tokoyo's cries.

Upon hearing the words "seal" in Gin Ichimaru's mind, he felt a weight lift from his chest.

He gritted his teeth again, slammed the dagger in his hand into the ground, and then used all his strength to try to get closer to Shizuka Tokoyo.

He could feel that he couldn't move even a centimeter despite using all his strength, and could only watch helplessly as Wang Tuchuan walked to Shizuka Tokoyo's side and once again offered that little arm to his mouth.

Is everything over?

That arm was made entirely of Hell flesh and blood, unlike pure Rinki. If he fed it to Shizuka Tokoyo, there was a very high probability that it would contaminate the child.

"One..." Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto's eyes were contorted with rage, his muscles and veins bulging, as he tried to throw a punch at Wang Tuchuan.

But the crying in my head seemed to cut off my body's signal reception, and I couldn't move at all.

As the arm approached Shizuka Tokoyo's mouth, she seemed to smell something and cried even harder.

"Don't feed my child that junk, you bastard!"

A cold voice descended from the sky, followed by a figure appearing behind Wang Tuchuan, grabbing his neck with one hand and violently throwing him backward.

With a snap, the sound of a neck breaking rang out, and Wang Tuchuan's body flew backward, crashing through several rocks before disappearing into the distance.

Tokoyo Misao arrived.

He immediately bent down to check on Rukia and, finding that she was not in any danger, breathed a slight sigh of relief. Then he picked up the crying Shizuka Tokoyo and gently rocked her, saying, "Don't cry, don't cry, Daddy's here."

But Shizuka Tokoyo continued to cry loudly.

Even Tokoyo Misao of children before, understood that the child must be hungry at this moment.

But the mother is currently unable to breastfeed.

What to do?

He glanced around and his eyes lit up when he saw Batsu'unsai, who was frozen in place.

With such a generous spirit, surely there's room to squeeze in, right?

Batsu'unsai met Misao's gaze, his heart tightened. He wanted to speak, but he was also silenced by his sobs, and tears welled up in his eyes.

"No!" Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto squeezed out two more words.

Tokoyo Misao turned his head and asked, "What's wrong? Oh, I see. You mean the baby doesn't want to nurse? Then what will it eat?"

"Look over there."

"Which way is that, old man? Can't you even move your hand and show me with your finger? How am I supposed to know which direction you're talking about?" Tokoyo Misao said irritably.

"Gin Ichimaru!" Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto was practically grinding his teeth to dust at this point.

It was only then that Tokoyo Misao noticed Gin Ichimaru, who was lying on the ground with a knife stuck in his abdomen.

He walked over and pulled out the knife.

"Long time no see! Do you know what to feed the baby?"

Gin Ichimaru's eyes were now bloodshot as he laboriously straightened his index finger.

Following that direction, Tokoyo Misao finally spotted the packaged Rinki not far away.

In his eyes, the Rinki felt completely different from the feeling of the captains around him.

Although it is also composed of Hell power, it contains no bloodlust or killing intent.

He had spent a lot of effort using the Causal Principle to remove the impurities contained in the power of Hell.

However, at that time, the blood hand did not turn into Rinki first, but directly merged with itself.

Pure Hell power?

Tokoyo Misao stepped forward, looked at the sliced black solid Rinki, selected a smaller piece, and put it into the child's mouth.

The crying stopped, and the captains, who had been restrained, began to move again.

"You guys think you can lay a hand on my child?"

Tokoyo Misao reached out and took Rukia's Kenseikan, used it to tie the child to her chest, and made a crisp cracking sound as she squeezed it with both hands. She grinned and walked towards the captains.

Chapter 219 Unable to Split the Hell Space

"Captain Toki, please hold on a little longer. We'll be back to normal soon," Fukitake said quickly.

But the next moment, he stood there, eyes wide and mouth agape, stunned.

Tokoyo Misao stepped forward to meet the attack of the first captains, saying, "Kid, your old man will lead you in and out seven times."

He clenched his right hand in the air, and a long spear appeared, which he casually swept across.

A streak of red and black spear light appeared in the air as he swung it, as if a stroke of a brush had been written on rice paper, and it remained fixed in the sky.

The captains who rushed over swung their swords, but all they heard was a series of cracking sounds as their weapons were destroyed.

When their bodies touched that stroke, they were instantly severed in two.

"What a pity, kid. I was thinking of taking you on a seven-in-seven-out battle, riding across the battlefield, but it turns out we just passed a speed bump." Tokoyo Misao with a smile, looking down.

At this moment, Shizuka Tokoyo stared with her big, dark eyes, opened her mouth, and smiled as she stretched out her small, white hands.

"Oh, you also think these guys are weak?" Tokoyo Misao pressed his forehead against the wall, rubbing it back and forth.

Shizuka Tokoyo let out a giggle.

"What happened? That feeling in my mind is gone," Ukitake asked in surprise.

Not far away, Gin Ichimaru, who had been seriously injured when Wang Tuchuan pierced his stomach, had indeed recovered from his injuries, but his right hand was once again enveloped in Rinki, turning into a black, withered finger.

However, his mind was now equally clear, and the feeling of constant struggle that had been there since he opened his eyes in Hell had completely disappeared.

He stepped forward, looked at Shizuka Tokoyo who was smiling happily, and said, "It seems her emotions can affect us."

"That's good, I feel much better now." Ukitake nodded.

At this moment, Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto walked up to Tokoyo Misao, his face serious, and said in a deep voice, "You're tying it up wrong. You need to cover the buttocks and thighs, otherwise it will constrict the child's body when you move."

As he spoke, he reached out and untied the Kenseikan, then re-tied the child to Tokoyo Misao's chest.

After tying it up, a bow was tied at the back. "Good, that's right."

"Old man, I never expected you to have this trick up your sleeve." Tokoyo Misao was astonished.

"I've taken care of at least eight hundred, if not a thousand," Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto snorted. "Take them back quickly. This is Hell; it's not a place for humans and Soul Reaper."

He turned around and looked at the first captains who had been cut in half at the waist.

At this moment, their bodies were also enveloped in Rinki and gradually began to burn.

I thought these captains would be like the initial Destruction, their bodies burned to ashes and turning into Hell skeleton soldiers.

Suddenly, the Rinki ignited rapidly, instantly turning several captains into Rinki flames. Then, it drifted towards two of the nearby captains, forming two huge Rinki.

Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto then said, "Hurry up and leave, I'll take care of things here."

Tokoyo Misao nodded. He had come here specifically to take his wife and children back home.

In his eyes, the two captains' bodies were gradually healing, and their aura had increased at least fivefold. In Shin'uchi, it wouldn't be as easy as crushing a speed bump as it had been before.

He immediately ran back, bent down and Rukia up, then raised his right foot and swept it towards the sky, forming a red and black crescent-shaped beam of light.

However, after waiting for a while, the expected spatial rift did not open.

Tokoyo Misao frowned and once again raised his foot, drawing a beam of light.

But just like the spear beam he had used earlier, this beam of light remained fixed in space, and nothing else happened.

"Looks like we're not getting out anytime soon." Tokoyo Misao turned his head. "Hell seems to want to keep me here."

A series of thunderous booms resounded.

The thick sea of blood in the sky seemed to be converging on this area, growing thicker and thicker, like red curry that was about to dry out.

Crack! A thick bolt of red lightning suddenly struck down from the sky.

Tokoyo Misao shifted his body slightly, and the red lightning struck right in front of him.

"What? You want to strike me down?" Tokoyo Misao sneered, spread his arms towards the sky, bowed slightly, and said to the child, "Child, remember how your father handled the world-destroying heavenly lightning."

He clenched his fists, and a stick appeared in his palms.

Then he picked up the stick and swung it around, spinning it left and right, and after a while he suddenly thrust it into the sky.

The red and black staff stretched towards the sky, growing thicker and thicker as it approached the sea of blood.

At this moment, Tokoyo Misao stood on the scorched black earth, and the earth transformed into wisps of energy that continuously flowed into his body, all the way to his hand, and merged into the staff.

Before long, the huge club head was inserted into the center of the sea of blood. Then, Tokoyo Misao force with both hands, stirring the sea of blood with the huge club.

One circle, two circles, and soon the sea of blood was stirred up by the stick into a huge vortex.

"Stop stirring!" a loud shout rang out.

Tokoyo Misao slowed down slightly, switching from using both hands to one, and continued stirring with one hand outstretched in the air. He turned his head and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It seems we're also connected to that sea of blood in the sky. I'm feeling incredibly dizzy right now." Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto was swaying slightly.

Ukitake and Gin Ichimaru, standing nearby, started spinning in circles.

Even though the two first-generation captains ahead had already absorbed the Rinki of the other captains and were now fully healed and strengthened Chika Shihoin of the Fourth Division and Chika Shihoin Second Division were still standing there, their minds spinning.

"So that's how it is. You were all dead after all." Tokoyo Misao concluded after repeatedly observing the sea of blood in the sky and Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto and the others.

"Can you stop stirring? I'm so dizzy." Saitō Furofushi swayed his head as he approached Tokoyo Misao step by step, speaking softly.

Even though she was so dizzy, her eyes were fixed on the other person's face.

"Saito! You actually took off your blindfold?" Batsu'unsai exclaimed in surprise.

From the moment I met Saito, I noticed he was wearing this eye patch and always assumed Saito was blind.

But now the other person's eyes are clearly intact and healthy!

"What's it to you?" Saito turned his head and pouted.

Hiss! Batsu'unsai gasped.

She took off her glasses, rubbed them hard on her chest a few times, and put them back on despite her dizziness. She looked at Saito again, who still had that pouty expression.

"You're not Saito, who are you?" Batsu'unsai in anger.

Saito, who has no femininity whatsoever and only knows how to kill, even when he sits on the ground with his hands on his knees and his Saito turned outwards, can actually show such a feminine expression.

That's definitely not her; she's been possessed.

Tokoyo Misao did have some impression of these two captains, after all, among the original Gotei 13 captains, Saitō Furofushi and madness was very impressive.

As for Batsu'unsai, his eyes were fixed on that enormous thing, a memory that even Unohana and Rangiku Matsumoto couldn't match.

"You two are Captain Saito and Captain Katori, right? Why are you still conscious?"