Reinforcements Arrive

But this time, after the Black Coffin dissipated, it was completely empty.

Liu Ziyun's eyes narrowed slightly.

A figure appeared behind him, the blade of his Zanpakuto slashing down from above, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound. Liu Ziyun's figure vanished just before the blade fell, Shunpo moved him several meters away. He still maintained the Kaidō Barrier and did not put down Rukia Kuchiki.

Zomali Lulu appeared behind where he had just stood, his Zanpakuto through the air, only stirring up a faint gust of wind. He looked at Liu Ziyun, who had dodged, and the smile on his lips returned.

"Not bad, you actually managed to dodge my attack." His voice remained slow and languid, but with a hint of seriousness. "It seems your speed is quite fast too. However—" His smile deepened, "It's still a bit lacking."

Before he could finish speaking, another figure appeared behind Liu Ziyun.

No, not one—it's two.

Two figures appeared simultaneously from two different directions, and two Zanpakuto slashed down from two different angles at the same time, one aimed at the neck and the other at the back of the heart. The trajectories of the two swords were precise and deadly, sealing off all of Liu Ziyun's escape routes.

Liu Ziyun still did not turn back.

"Dankū."

A transparent wall of Reiatsu appeared out of thin air behind him. The wall was as clear as crystal, yet it was indestructible. The two Zanpakuto struck the Dankū simultaneously, sparking dazzling sparks, but not even leaving a mark. The loud bang of the blades colliding with the wall echoed in the void, causing the surrounding sand to tremble.

Zomali Lulu's smile widened, a smile tinged with the excitement of a hunter spotting its struggling prey, "Hmm, not bad reaction time. But..." His voice slowed, each word drawn out as if savoring the moment, "... what if there were a few more simultaneous attacks?"

Two figures appeared simultaneously on Liu Ziyun's left and right sides, and two more Zanpakuto down at the same time. Four figures, four directions, four Zanpakuto, sealing off all angles. This time, there were no blind spots, no way to retreat.

Liu Ziyun finally made a move that no one had anticipated—

He didn't continue to stand there and fight, nor did he turn around to engage in battle. He bent down, one hand still maintaining the Kaidō Barrier, the other hand hoisting Rukia Kuchiki onto his shoulder, and then—

Shunpo.

His figure vanished a split second before the four Zanpakuto fell, reappearing dozens of meters away. He landed steadily on the ground, gently setting Rukia Kuchiki down, then turned to face Zomari Lulu, keeping his distance.

Zomali Luru watched his movements, a mocking smile playing on his lips, "Create distance? How much of a difference will that make? With your speed, which seems stationary to me..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

Because six figures appeared around him.

Six figures of Liu Ziyun surrounded him in a hexagonal formation. Each figure was as clear as a real person, each figure exuded a powerful Reiatsu, and each figure coldly stared at him.

The real Liu Ziyun was still standing beside Rukia Kuchiki, one hand still maintaining the Kaidō Barrier, but his gaze was coldly fixed on Zomari Lulu across the distance of dozens of meters.

"You think you're fast, don't you?" Liu Ziyun's voice was calm as still water, yet it carried an undeniable sense of pressure. "As arrogant as you are, how do you view the fact that I can appear in more places like you?"

Zomali Lulu's smile finally vanished completely. His gaze swept over the six figures, his pupils slightly contracting.

He could sense that the six figures were not illusions or afterimages, but real, physical clones created by extreme speed. The ability to create six such clones meant that Liu Ziyun's Shunpo speed was at least three times that of his own.

"I didn't expect..." His voice turned low and serious, "Your Shunpo is so fast. It seems I underestimated you."

He raised his hand, his fingers slightly curled, preparing to unleash his Zanpakuto. He could no longer hold back; the man before him was far more dangerous than he had imagined.

"I don't have time for you right now." Liu Ziyun's voice interrupted his actions, carrying an undisguised indifference and impatience, as if Zomali Luru was nothing more than a fly in his way.

"That ability is worthless to me." His gaze was icy cold. "Don't get cocky in front of me."

Before he finished speaking, his figure had already vanished from the spot. It wasn't Shunpo, nor a dodge, but a true departure—he hoisted Rukia Kuchiki onto his shoulder, transformed into a blur, and sped towards the deeper reaches of Hueco Mundo.

Zomali Luru stood there, looking in the direction where Liu Ziyun disappeared, his expression extremely complex. Anger, humiliation, resentment, and a chill that went deep into his bones—that man, from beginning to end, had never regarded him as an opponent worthy of serious consideration.

"It seems we're a bit late."

A calm and cool voice came from behind Zomali Luru. The voice was like a gentle breeze, carrying an elegance and composure that seemed out of place in this desolate desert.

Zomali Luru suddenly turned around--

A figure dressed in a white haori, with a sword at his waist, stood on a rock not far behind him. The white Captain's Haori fluttered gently in the wind of Hueco Mundo, and his long black hair swayed slightly over his shoulders. His cold purple eyes looked down at him, devoid of any emotion, as if he were looking at a dead corpse.

Sixth Division Captain – Byakuya Kuchiki.

At the same moment, where Renji Abarai was fighting, a figure dressed in a black uniform and wearing a strange mask emerged from the shadows of the passage. His steps were hurried and excited, and his eyes behind the mask gleamed with an almost fanatical scientific enthusiasm, as if a child had entered a dream candy store.

Captain of the Twelfth Division – Mayuri Kurotsuchi.

Behind him, Nemu Kurotsuchi followed quietly, her expression as calm as ever, like a perfect, emotionless doll, but her eyes were watching every detail of the battlefield, ready to carry out any order from Mayuri Kurotsuchi.

In the direction where Yasutora Sado was located, in that gray-black rocky area of Hueco Mundo, two figures were slowly walking towards them.

Leading the way was a woman with long black hair and a gentle, serene face. She wore the Captain's Haori of the Fourth Division and had Zanpakuto at her waist, but her demeanor was completely out of place in this land of Killing —she was too gentle, as gentle as a warm spring breeze or the winter sun. But anyone familiar with the history of Soul Society knew that beneath this gentleness lay a terrifying power.

Fourth Division Captain – Retsu Unohana.