The Might of Hashirama

While Rukia and the others were heading toward Hell.

At the 89th District, the members of Squad Zero had been discussing how to remove the seals from the two kneeling figures.

After all, losing even one person now would greatly reduce Soul Society's strength.

However, after discussing it for a long time, they still had no idea how to break through the strange seals.

Whether they tried touching them remotely with Reiatsu or used Kidō to turn the seals' power against themselves, they failed every time.

Senjumaru had even lost one of the arms behind her because of this. If she had not reacted quickly and severed it in advance, she and the two others would probably have ended up in an even worse state.

"Damn it, what kind of power is this? Why is it so strange? We can't even touch it—how are we supposed to study it?!"

Oetsu Nimaiya was growing irritable.

As the strongest combat force at the pinnacle of Soul Society, they had been rendered helpless by nothing more than one of their enemy's seals. It was practically grinding their pride into the dirt.

At this moment, Senjumaru's face was deathly pale, and a trace of blood stained the corner of her mouth. She had just tried to use something other than her body to touch the two remotely and see whether she could pull them to their feet.

The instant she made contact, a strange force rapidly spread from her golden arm.

She was now even more wary of the Yama Yamamoto Genryūsai had mentioned.

The six arms behind her were no simple mechanical decorations.

They were her Zanpakuto. Severing her own Zanpakuto—one could imagine how painful that was.

"Looks like this seal is impossible to undo. We can only go and meet that Yama