Under that terrifying attack, Zommari had completely lost his ability to fight. Every bone in his body had been shattered, and he lay limp on the ground like a pile of mangled flesh. If not for the faint rise and fall of his chest, everyone would probably have thought he was already dead.
Looking at Zommari lying against the stone wall, Nel merely gave him an indifferent glance. She had no intention of delivering the final blow, instead turning her gaze toward Grimmjow, who was fighting the Hollow Eater. To Nel, saving her companions was far more important than killing an enemy.
The Hollow Eater's enormous tentacles danced beneath the moonlight, weaving an impenetrable net. Although Grimmjow was agile, constantly darting and maneuvering within it, Nel could tell that he would not be able to hold out much longer.
For now, Grimmjow could rely on his nimble movements to evade and even counterattack, but the net formed by the Hollow Eater's tentacles was steadily shrinking the battlefield. The smaller the fighting area became, the less room Grimmjow had to move.
At the same time, although Grimmjow could strike back to a certain extent, the damage he dealt was practically useless against the Hollow Eater's massive body and terrifying regenerative abilities.
Before the next wound could even appear, the previous one was nearly healed by High-Speed Regeneration.
As for the Hollow Eater's attacks, if Grimmjow took even one head-on, he would be knocked straight to the ground, unable to rise again.
Yet even so, Grimmjow's face showed neither fear nor concern. Within those deep blue eyes was only a battle lust fierce enough to melt flames!
As he watched the battlefield continually contract, his already maxed-out speed surged once more. The howling wind swept past his ears, cooling his overburdened body