That voice carried an ancient yet decayed quality, like a coffin buried for countless years, exuding the peculiar scent of the dead—cold, cloying, and desolate.
As that voice emerged, an utterly terrifying spiritual pressure instantly filled the entire space. There was not a trace of warmth or mercy within it—only the endless fear the living held toward death, and the lofty gaze of one looking down like a god.
The golden crown seemed somewhat dazzling beneath the moonlight. It was a crown forged from blood and bones, one belonging solely to the King of Hueco Mundo.
Beneath the crown was a skeletal face that represented death and decay.
Strangely enough, that face was no different from the anatomical models in the school infirmary. Yet whenever one looked at it, a fear of and yearning for death would always rise in their heart, as though that body represented all endings and final destinations in the world.
A noble yet somewhat wild robe draped over his body, and together with that crown, it made the newcomer's identity unmistakably clear!
"Barragan Ruisenbang!"
As if by mutual understanding, Halibel looked at the skeleton in the distance, her brows nearly completely furrowed. The almost tangible gravity in her beautiful eyes weighed so heavily upon everyone present that they could barely breathe.
"Why would the King of Hueco Mundo suddenly appear here?!"
While explaining the skeleton's identity to the others, Halibel released her Zanpakuto and stepped in front of Asano Kiyoshi. The massive blade in her hand touched the ground, kicking up clouds of sand dozens of meters high.
Yet before that sand could even reach the King of Hueco Mundo, it was directly corroded by an invisible force into the most primitive Reishi in the air.
Barragan snorted coldly and looked at Halibel and the