The purest hearts often bred the most terrifying monsters.
On the lenses, the twisted faces and figures of two Adjuchas were reflected, their bodies contorted into utterly bizarre postures.
Blackened blood had long since congealed over their bodies. Their shed flesh had become armor, tightly encasing them, while the spiritual pressure emanating from them nearly crushed everything around them.
Aizen tucked the Hogyoku, dazzling as a star, back into his sleeve. Looking at the two Hollows, he frowned slightly and murmured,
"After absorbing so much power, this is all they can manage? It seems the Hogyoku still requires further refinement."
As Aizen's words fell, the evolution of the two Adjuchas seemed to come to an end. The muscles all over their bodies swelled in an instant, then rapidly contracted again.
The density of their Reishi had increased by more than double. Intense killing intent radiated from their entire bodies. Though they had shrunk from five or six meters tall to just over two meters, the pressure they exuded was far greater than before.
Steam rose from their bodies, produced by the rapid flow of blood. As they shifted slightly, the aged flesh that had turned into black armor and wrapped around them peeled away. Yet the masks on their faces did not recede. They had not become Arrancar, but their beast-like masks were now increasingly close to human form.
However, perhaps their excessively swollen power had caused them to lose their sense of self.
Having gained strength far beyond their understanding, they actually dared to show a hint of insolence toward their master.
The two pseudo-Arrancar exchanged a glance and approached Aizen. Smiling with apparent respect but unmistakable contempt, they stood over him, lowered their heads, and looked down at him.
Aizen knew what these two pseudo-Arrancar were thinking. He