The taste of flesh and blood filled his throat, the pungent stench of blood almost overwhelming his palate. The flesh and blood of his companions roared within his stomach. Grimmjow shook his head and spat out the chunk of meat in his mouth, still coated in sand.
"Pah! What disgusting, sour meat!"
After spitting out the meat, Grimmjow's face showed a hint of disgust. He looked toward the several figures in the distance, and every muscle in his body instantly tensed. That was an unprecedentedly terrifying spiritual pressure!
His agile figure sprang from the ground, swiftly fleeing into the distance.
Though he possessed the pride and ambition of a king, Grimmjow was not the sort of fool who held his head in the clouds.
Faced with a situation where survival was nearly impossible, he naturally would not stubbornly charge ahead.
Thus, without the slightest hesitation, he took one deep look at those figures in the distance and chose to flee.
His blue-and-white figure blended perfectly into the surroundings. With every leap, he crossed hundreds of meters. Before long, he could barely see those figures from before.
Although he had escaped immediate danger, the images of those people continued replaying in Grimmjow's mind. He gritted his teeth and muttered to himself:
"One day, I won't run from anyone!"
The taste of blood had yet to fade from his mouth as he continued deeper into Hueco Mundo. There were more Hollows of higher rank there. Only by devouring them could he grow stronger and fulfill his dream.
But at that moment, a gentle voice suddenly came from nearby, accompanied by a method of manipulating Reishi Grimmjow had never seen before!
**"The army advances eight inches; there is no reason to retreat. Blue bar, white bar, black bar, red bar. Interlock and sink