Anything Measured in Units Is Usually Just for Show

Watching Yoru Machi catch his naginata barehanded, Aaroniero immediately tensed his arm, trying to pull his Zanpakuto free.

But what horrified him even more was that no matter how hard he tried, the Zanpakuto gripped by his opponent would not budge in the slightest!

Still unwilling to give up, Aaroniero unleashed an immensely powerful spiritual pressure in an attempt to pull out his blade.

This spiritual pressure came from the 33,650 Hollows he had devoured. The moment it was fully released, the enormous pressure made the entire palace tremble faintly.

Sensing Aaroniero's sudden burst of such overwhelming spiritual pressure, Hinamori Momo and Rukia, who were watching from nearby, turned anxiously to Soi Fon beside them. "Captain Soi Fon, should we..."

"There is no need to interfere. With only this level of spiritual pressure, that Arrancar cannot possibly be his match."

Compared to the uneasy Hinamori Momo and Rukia, Oomae God, who had been quietly fading into the background at the rear, remained much calmer.

Oomae God acknowledged Yoru Machi's strength.

And if even Yoru Machi could not defeat an opponent, then everyone else joining forces would probably be pointless.

If it really came to that, then Oomae God's advantage as the Onmitsukidō's vice-captain would become apparent. A nimble fat man was no joke.

Of course, it was not that Oomae God feared battle. He simply needed to save his strength to deal with Aizen. He disdained to make a move against small fry like the "Espada."

So if Yoru Machi and the others truly failed, Oomae God would definitely return to Soul Society at top speed... to call for reinforcements.

"Impossible! This is impossible! I now possess the power of thirty thousand Hollows! How could something this absurd happen?"

Even after Aaroniero unleashed his spiritual pressure and used every ounce