Ichigo Kurosaki and the others' intrusion quickly drew Seireitei's response.
"Everyone, let's go make a mess!"
His voice was not loud, yet it carried an unquestionable force. Every word struck the berserkers' hearts like a heavy hammer.
These companions who had fought alongside him needed no further explanation. They instantly understood his intentions. Only the most direct and shocking method could break Seireitei's indifference and stubbornness and rescue the imprisoned Rukia Kuchiki.
And that was what the berserkers did best!
His goal was to save Rukia Kuchiki, but he also knew that unless they displayed their strength, they would never get a chance to negotiate.
"Right!"
After that brief, forceful response, the berserkers shot off like arrows loosed from a bow, charging toward different directions across Seireitei. Their figures carved sharp arcs through the night.
"Kehehe, strong ones from another world, here I come!"
"Ribbit, this time I'm taking down a hundred enemies!"
"Awesome, awesome, awesome! The people here are all so awesome!"
Chad and the others did not leave. Ichigo Kurosaki knew how dangerous Seireitei was, so he did not intend to let them leave his side.
The berserkers would not be in danger either, because most of the danger would surely converge on him. Once they stepped into that domain, life and death would become impossible to predict.
"I'm right here. Soul Reapers of Seireitei, come defeat me!"
Ichigo Kurosaki's voice echoed through the night sky. He spread his arms as though he were embracing the entire world, while issuing Seireitei the most direct challenge.
Ichigo Kurosaki's fighting spirit spread like a wildfire, swiftly reaching every corner and stirring imperceptible ripples in the air. It was an invisible contest between the strong.
A berserker's fighting spirit was the best declaration and advertisement for battle.
Ichigo Kurosaki's steps appeared