As Aizen raised Kyoka Suigetsu before him, Jia Jin, watching from afar, saw the motion.
At that moment, Jia Jin's shriveled body was covered in strange patterns where gray and black intertwined. His pupils contracted slightly, and he bared his teeth as he spoke in a shrill voice.
"Do you think you can still resist my next attack!?"
Hearing his words, Aizen merely glanced at him with those violet eyes and said coldly.
"Oh? It seems... you are very confident in your next move..."
"Is it a technique like Hidan's?"
Jia Jin responded with a scornful smile. His needle-like pupils sized Aizen up with wicked intent as he screeched.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
"What an idiot. Do you think I would be like that sort of trash!?"
As he spoke, one of Jia Jin's withered hands suddenly plunged fiercely into his own body.
"Schlick..."
Accompanied by an eerie, horrifying sound, he slowly pulled a sharp black spike, like a tendon, from within his emaciated body.
Once the thing was exposed to the air, it quickly turned crimson beneath the dense blood mist!
The dried veins upon it seemed to absorb the blood mist greedily, becoming translucent and blood-red in mere moments!
Gripping the crimson spike that resembled an evil artifact, excitement flickered in Jia Jin's eyes as he laughed shrilly.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
"It has been a long time since I used this thing, so make sure you howl to your heart's content and entertain me!!"
As he said this, it was as though he had suddenly become a different person, his expression instantly darkening!
His gaunt, zombie-like face stared fixedly at Aizen as he spoke in a wicked voice, like a curse.
"I will make you understand that the path I, Jia Jin, have chosen requires no one