Unohana's icy gaze followed the direction of Ronglin's finger. The seated officer beside her said, "That's the direction the Sixth Squad was guarding."
"They've probably all been wiped out, just like the Ninth Squad." Unohana spoke coldly, then strode toward the Shinigami standing in formation on the open ground.
Ronglin immediately noticed that quite a few of the Shinigami following behind Unohana bore traces of blood. The blood was still dripping, clearly showing that they had only recently been in battle.
As the last Shinigami brushed past Ronglin, he kindly advised, "We're carrying out a major mission. Uninvolved people shouldn't linger here. Hurry and leave before the captain loses her temper with you!"
That casual warning from the Shinigami dispelled much of the anger ignited by those brainless Shinigami who had been mouthing off earlier.
The Spiritual Pressure he sensed was drawing closer and closer. Ronglin discovered that his ability to sense Spiritual Pressure was growing stronger, and it seemed that Spiritual Pressure was gradually forming within him as well. Yet Unohana Yachiru, not far away, appeared completely unaware of it.
Those Shinigami who had insulted Ronglin and threatened to kill him had now been thoroughly beaten up by Unohana Yachiru. Not only had they been oblivious to the approaching threat, they had even wanted to attack civilians.
Looking at those bruised and swollen pig-faced Shinigami, Ronglin found it amusing, and the anger in his heart immediately faded away.
Bzz!
Just then, all the moving Spiritual Pressures came to a halt. A beam of red light shot through the sky, its immense penetrating force blasting through the mountainside that stood in its way as it hurtled toward the Shinigami.
"Cero?" Ronglin immediately recognized this attack unique to Menos Grande.
"Kido #81: Danku!"
Before anyone could react, Unohana suddenly raised a