Aizen spat out another mouthful of blood.
He had squeezed out the last trace of Spiritual Power in his body and used Illusion to deceive the Soul Reapers pursuing him.
If they had been Hollows, Aizen could have held them off for a while, since Hollows were solitary creatures.
But the Soul Reapers pursuing him could call for reinforcements, and their numbers would keep growing.
He had no choice but to expend the last trace of Spiritual Power he had recovered after waking from his slumber.
Aizen furrowed his brow. The utter exhaustion of his Spirit Body and mind came crashing over him, while his injuries continued to worsen.
His depleted Spiritual Power left him in an even more wretched state. Aizen was on the verge of falling into a deep sleep at any moment.
I can't let things end here!
I am destined to ascend the throne!
I can't let it end in such humiliation!
His indomitable will overcame the side effects wracking his body, but his exhaustion left him barely able to move.
Following some inexplicable survival instinct, Aizen abruptly looked down at the Hollow the two Soul Reapers had killed.
He hesitated for an instant, then, without another thought, dragged himself over and began gnawing at the Hollow's corpse.
Aizen was so weak that he could barely move his jaw, but fortunately, the Hollow was low-level too. Driven by his fierce will to survive, he managed to take his first bite of Hollow flesh.
Once the meat reached his stomach, Aizen seemed to regain a little strength. He immediately began gnawing even more vigorously.
I'll be back,
Nara Dan.
Our fight
has only just begun!
Aizen's brown eyes gradually turned black, gleaming with a terrifying light!
At the Third Division barracks,
it was Nara Dan's second day