Several tentacles resembling reproductive organs slowly emerged from Szayelaporro's waist. Though they were clearly obscene to behold, at this moment they displayed an intoxicating beauty. Ugliness and beauty seemed to have been absurdly redefined, their very concepts blurred together.
The next moment, his figure vanished from the room and headed straight toward where the other Arrancar were gathered.
Inside the grand hall, the atmosphere was extraordinarily oppressive. Even the air around them seemed to have thickened, and every breath left their lungs feeling blocked.
Barragan sat upon his throne, looking at the people whose spiritual pressure had undergone a qualitative transformation compared to before. His expression carried a trace of ease and faint strangeness. His white fingertips tapped rhythmically against the table, producing a steady tapping sound. After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly raised his head and looked at Szayelaporro, who had appeared some distance away, then slowly said,
"Is the plan ready? This time, I hope there will be no more changes. When the battle ends, I want to see every one of you bringing me a Shinigami's head."
Szayelaporro smiled, then lightly stroked the stone table twice with his slender fingers. The next moment, the figures of the Shinigami appeared before everyone's eyes. Pointing at each of them, he slowly said,
"I have divided these Shinigami into several groups. Based on the Reishi we just obtained, I have assigned each of you the best possible opponent. Please fight according to my arrangements. Having obtained that lord's power, I trust none of you will fail again. That is enough nonsense. I wish you all a feast of blood!"
The next moment, terrifying spiritual pressure instantly flooded the entire hall.
On Shunsui's side, under the captains' full-speed advance, they had already reached the outskirts of Hueco Mundo. Looking