Gates of Hell, Descend

The morning sun shone on the earth, Tsuna sat on the TV tower in Karakura Town, looking at the empty city.

With the help of powerful financial resources, a the Miracle occurred overnight: the entire city emptied out.

Urakuen has already placed the device that will draw attention to the suspense of Hell in the center of Karakura Town. The trigger has been set, and all that remains is for the arrival of the Hell rift.

Tsuna originally thought it would take some time, after all, how could the bait be taken so easily? No matter how easily the Three Worlds could be invaded, it would still take some time for them to become dilapidated.

Unexpectedly, just as Tsuna was yawning and preparing to go home, a terrifying pressure suddenly appeared in Karakura Town.

This feeling was both strange and familiar. It was familiar because Tsuna had seen this kind of pressure before, but strange because he had never experienced such a high intensity before.

A gigantic door suddenly appeared in the sky above Karakura Town, seemingly capable of blocking out half the sky. Tsuna was extremely familiar with this door; it was decorated with a giant skull and was undoubtedly the Gates of Hell that appeared and disappeared without a trace!

Tsuna gritted his teeth as he stared at the Gates of Hell. They had always regarded the Hell Rift that was invading the Three Worlds as a threat, but they had overlooked the fact that Hell itself was an important tool that allowed people to freely travel Three Worlds: the Gates.

As the Gates of Hell appeared, all the powerful figures in Karakura Town sensed this power. They all appeared near Tsuna using advanced footwork, staring at the suddenly appearing Gates of Hell.

"Manager, it seems our preparations were somewhat unnecessary; the other side doesn't seem to have that much cunning," Tsuna remarked.

Urahara Kisuke lowered the brim of his hat. He had also thought that Hell would gradually weaken the power of the Three Worlds, but now it seemed, "The other side is probably very confident!"

So confident were they that they attacked head-on through the Gates of Hell without any attempt at concealment.

"It's coming!"

As Ichigo's voice fell, a piercing cracking sound rang out, and the Gates of Hell slowly opened, each step of the opening stirring the minds of everyone present.

"Manager, is there any way to drive it away?"

Tsuna asked a somewhat helpless question: since the world hasn't collapsed yet, isn't it a waste of our last reserves to fight the Gates of Hell head-on now?

"I've been studying this thing for hundreds of years, but I still haven't figured out the logic behind its sudden appearance and disappearance." Urahara had his eye on Hell for a long time, but he hadn't made any effective progress.

"It seems we have no choice but to fight. Get ready, everyone!"

As Tsuna's voice faded, everyone donned the equipment Urahara had created to ward off the Resentment Hell, one by one. Fullbring, Spirit Bow, and Zanpakuto were all deployed, making thorough preparations for battle.

"Ah~ the breath of freedom!"

A trembling voice, tinged with ecstasy, came from within the Gates of Hell. A tall, pale-skinned man with slicked-back pink hair emerged from the Gates of Hell. His face was painted with strange Chains patterns, and one of his arms had been burned down to a skeletal, ghostly hand. A ring of a fellow Hell monster hung from his back.

The fact that he was a Hollow in his previous life, and that he retained his human form, is because he was an Arrancar.

"Szayelaporro?" Urahara Kisuke said the name with some surprise. Apart from him, no one else present had any recollection of this Arrancar.

Szayelaporro was killed by Kurotsuchi Mayuri in Las Noches. No one else in the World of the Living knew him. As for Tsuna, he didn't take him seriously at all.

"So, some people still remember me!" A trembling voice of enjoyment emanated from Szayelaporro as he pointed at Urahara Kisuke, "That cuckold, I'll make an exception and make you my chief experimental subject..."

Before Szayelaporro could finish speaking, a Zanpakuto pierced his chest, forcibly stopping him from saying what he was about to say.

The pain of impending death surged through his chest. Szayelaporro struggled to turn his head and saw a group of thugs emerging from the Gates of Hell, the leader of whom was smirking disdainfully as he walked.

"When did it become the turn of trash like you to walk ahead of us?"

Saito Furofushi, appeared instantly behind Szayelaporro. She placed one foot on his back and gripped the hilt of his Zanpakuto Szayelaporro one hand, as if she were about to Zanpakuto from Szayelaporro body.

Szayelaporro, who knew these people very well, knew that they had never intended to save anyone, let alone pull their Zanpakuto from his body.

"Don't want..."

Szayelaporro was begging Saito Furofushi, for mercy, but Saito ignored him and merely gave him a cold, sinister smile.

Just as Szayelaporro had expected, Saito gently twisted the hand holding his Zanpakuto, and with a whoosh, Szayelaporro was split in two, his obsequious expression still lingering in the air.

Even the Sinners are not immune to pain, so they generally do not want to die. Death is unpleasant, and crawling out of lava when resurrected is even more painful.

Saito Furofushi and sudden attack stunned everyone present. Weren't they teammates? Why were they fighting amongst themselves?

Saito Furofushi, was quite pleased with her grand entrance. She stood at the front, carrying her Zanpakuto, and arrogantly announced it to the people of the World of the Living world.

"Hey! Are you ready for Hell to come?!"

In conjunction with Saito Furofushi, the captain, emerging from the Gates of Hell, simultaneously released his Zanpakuto and unleashed his aura.

A cacophony of howls echoed from the Gates of Hell as various twisted, Sinners and monsters emerged. These were all creatures burdened with immense sins in their previous lives, now fallen to the status of Hell's lackeys without any psychological burden; they had come out to take revenge on the society they had in their previous lives.

The captains, led by Saito Furofushi, had little desire to communicate with Tsuna and the others. Saito Furofushi simply waved his hand at them and Tsuna, "Let's get started, guys."

Behind them, the Sinners and monsters charged towards Karakura Town like madmen, the Gates of Hell acting like a floodgate, releasing a vengeful Resentment of destruction.

"That many!" Ichigo clicked his tongue and shouted to Uryū, "Hirenkyaku!"

Ichigo had already switched into his Quincy form and unleashed his signature attack alongside Uryū. Not only the two of them, but other Quincy from the Kurosaki Residence and Ishida Residence also unleashed their Hirenkyaku simultaneously. Even Liltotto and the others who had defected some time ago were not idle.

This is Quincy's saturation suppression attack.

The surging tide seemed to be suppressed in an instant. No matter how large the Gates of Hell are, they are finite. With the number of Sinners unable to increase, it seems that the Quincy have truly withstood this pressure.

"Tch, I knew these Quincy were troublesome." Despite saying this, Saito Furofushi, still showed no sign of moving. He turned and shouted into Hell, "Hey! Hell people, come out and clean up the mess!"

Suddenly, a gigantic hand gripped the frame of the Gates of Hell, and a muscular monster with a bony Visored squeezed out of the Gates of Hell. It seemed in no hurry, walking step by step to the front of the people of Hell, helping them block the attack of the Hirenkyaku.

Tsuna and Urahara exchanged a glance, both seeing the shock in each other's eyes. They recognized this monster called the Hell Will. Back in Hell, it was controlled by the Kōtetsu Clan using the opposing and unifying forces of the Soul King's legs.

Now that the Hell Will is continuously emerging from the Gates of Hell, doesn't this mean the Soul King's power has failed? And what about the Kōtetsu Clan? Are they all dead?

There was no time to discuss these details. With tireless Hell Will clearing the way, the overwhelming attacks from Ichigo and Uryū were becoming increasingly ineffective.

The Sinners charged forward, using the Hell Will as a shield; it wouldn't be long before the two sides clashed.

"Damn it!" Ichigo gritted his teeth. The power of the Hirenkyaku was too weak. It was like thorns stuck in the Hell Will, unable to cause any effective damage.

"Stop spacing out, everyone! Get ready for a precise strike!" Tsuna shouted. Without the support of the Hirenkyaku, most of the people present, including Tsuna, were skilled in single combat.

However, Tsuna is also adept at combining these individual battles.

A chilling aura swept across the entire area, extending all the way to the Gates of Hell. Within the massive Quincy Hexagram, Tsuna chose Hyoga's flames. As soon as he donned his arm blades, the icy air caused frozen humanoid figures resembling Tsuna to appear, each choosing an opponent.

Tsuna has never been afraid of being forced to fight off large numbers of enemies, including the Glacier Flame that can freeze large areas of cold air into humanoid monsters, and the Cloud Attribute.

"Huh? This is interesting." Seeing that Tsuna had single-handedly resolved the threat of the Sinners Beast tide, Saito Furofushi, showed a hint of interest. "When did such an interesting Quincy appear?"

No one could answer the question about Saito Furofushi. Each of them had spent a thousand years in Hell and had long been out of touch with society. How could they possibly know about someone like Tsuna?

However, Saito Furofushi, didn't seem to care much. Even when Tsuna's Ice Man was almost upon her, she calmly took a step back, shattered the Ice Man with a single slash, and occasionally glanced in Tsuna's direction.

The first captain, with his rich combat experience, located the leader of the World of the Living the moment he stepped out the door. His preferred method was to first carry out a decapitation strike, and then fight among the leaderless Wolf Pack sheep.

It should be about time by now, right? That knife should be pressed against the neck of that brat who summoned this glacier, shouldn't it?