The Source of Spiritual Pressure

"Panther King..." Grimmjow pounced through the air with a loud shout, savage light gleaming from his two front claws.

This time, there were no earth-shaking claw marks slashing through the air. Yet a suffocating spiritual pressure had already enveloped everyone below.

That oppressively heavy spiritual pressure came entirely from the high-density spirit particles condensed at the tips of his four claws.

Other than Cang Nan and Nel, every Menos Grande felt a tightness in their chest, as though lead had been poured into their feet, leaving them utterly unable to move.

Cang Nan slightly raised his eyelids. "Using spiritual pressure to suppress prey and keep it from escaping? You've indeed improved, Grimmjow."