Rot, Skeleton Emperor!

But Nara Dan wasn't the only one spoiling the mood. Before Barragan could even finish speaking, the other Arrancar vanished from their spots one after another, showing zero interest in fighting the Shinigami.

These Vasto Lorde-class Arrancar—if Aizen hadn't forcibly molded them into a single force—wouldn't normally bother engaging Shinigami at all.

Not out of fear, but sheer disinterest.

Even toward their own kind, these high-intelligence Arrancar, who had long since evolved past devouring each other, wouldn't strike first.

And as for that so-called title of "King of Hueco Mundo" that Barragan flaunted—

Old man, times have changed.

That "King of Hueco Mundo" title is ancient history. Ever since Aizen showed up, Arrancar have been popping up left and right, and none of the top four are any weaker than Barragan.

Seeing his colleagues walk away, Barragan's face soured.

"These bastards... sooner or later, I'll have them groveling at my feet!"

Nara Dan watched the arrogant Barragan with an unruffled expression.

"So, you're planning to keep us here?"

Barragan's answer was his Resurrección.

"You disrespectful wretches!"

"You all deserve death!"

"Rot away! Skeleton Emperor! "

A surge of immense Spiritual Pressure erupted, and a plume of pure black smoke rose abruptly around Barragan, transforming his body into a crowned skeleton.

A chilling authority radiated outward, embodying the bearing of the former King of Hueco Mundo.

"Captain Unohana,"

"Do you want this one, or should I take it?"

Nara Dan glanced back at Retsu Unohana and asked.

They'd already killed enough Arrancar to meet the quota for balancing the Three Realms' Reishi in Hueco Mundo.

Killing one more Arrancar of Barragan's caliber would likely complete the mission entirely.

If Captain Unohana felt like taking a swing, Nara Dan was happy to sit back.

But when he looked back again, Unohana had