*Crack!*
The skull let out an overwhelmed wail under the heavy blow. The supposedly indestructible Hierro was like paper before Naraku Sora's terrifying strength, offering absolutely no resistance.
As a unique existence in Hueco Mundo, the Black-Winged Great Demons were entirely humanoid in form.
According to the records of the Spiritual Arts Academy, they could absolutely be classified as Vasto Lorde-class.
However, in terms of Reiatsu intensity, the vast majority were still Adjuchas, with only a few true Vasto Lordes among them.
But even so, it was still a terrifying force.
Even the thriving Las Noches only had six Vasto Lordes. For a wild Menos Grande clan to have multiple Vasto Lordes was frightening enough.
Yet, despite all this, it was only when they tried to face Naraku Sora head-on that they understood what a true monster was.
The Soul Reaper simply stood there, his foot resting on the caved-in chest of a Vasto Lorde-class Black-Winged Great Demon.
A suffocating Reiatsu surged from his body, tyrannically ravaging the surrounding space and causing the very air to distort.
Streams of blood converged into rivers, flowing wildly over the deep silver sands, dyeing everything in the crimson hue of the end.
Applying a slight pressure with his foot, a blazing Reiatsu instantly erupted.
The sturdy Hierro lasted less than a second against this power.
Skin, flesh, and bone—everything was utterly pulverized.
Blood splattered and the body collapsed, intertwining a myriad of gruesome colors to paint a picture of hell.
Looking at the grinning Soul Reaper, the Black-Winged Great Demons gasped in horror.
An indescribable chill bloomed in their hearts, instantly freezing them in place. Their proudly robust bodies stiffened immediately as fear crawled over their hearts like writhing insects.
*A monster!*
*We thought the Soul Reaper mixed in with these Menos Grande would be the weakest link, but it turns out we hit the jackpot.*
*Compared to those Menos Grande we could at least put up a fight against, this guy in front of us is a true monster wearing human skin.*
*How could a Soul Reaper be this powerful?!*
Having effortlessly finished off an overconfident Black-Winged Great Demon, Naraku Sora took a moment to glance at the panel that suddenly popped up at the bottom of his vision.
Sora spread his palm. Pitch-black Reiatsu lingered between his fingers like a living creature, rapidly merging into his steel-forged body.
As he stretched his arms, the muscles across his entire body rippled like flowing water.
A searing heat surged!
Although it was only a Vasto Lorde that hadn't yet undergone Arrancarification, its Sin Value was significantly higher than Starrk and the others.
Therefore, it provided a rather substantial reward.
In fact, a few days ago, he had tried locking Starrk and Lilynette in the prison to run them through the process.
Unfortunately, while the two of them were incredibly strong—easily ranking among the top echelon in Las Noches—
Because they had no desire to evolve and possessed relatively kind natures, their Sin Value was remarkably low compared to other Menos Grande.
In the end, they only provided a slight increase in Reiatsu and a 5% gain in Hollow Power.
Along with perfect proficiency in Bakudō #99.
Compared to fellow Arrancars like Baraggan and Szayelaporro, the yield was pitifully small.
Fortunately, Sora was quite content. Hueco Mundo was vast, and every little bit added up. Who knew, maybe one day he would stack his Hollow Power all the way to one hundred percent.
Just like today.
When the Black-Winged Great Demons attempted to end this sudden chaos by attacking Sora, the tide of battle completely shifted.
A massive boom shattered the air, and the heavy, muffled sound of Sonído echoed across the battlefield like rolling thunder.
Under countless horrified gazes, a figure wreathed in pitch-black Reiatsu charged straight at them.
Kidō Reiatsu surged wildly as ultimate power erupted from his body.
Lines resembling flowing magma appeared across Sora's physique. Arcs of electricity danced between them, causing the surrounding atmosphere to shriek sharply.
A straight punch!
The expressions of the Black-Winged Great Demons drastically changed. They watched helplessly as the fist, wrapped in fierce light, magnified infinitely until it instantly dominated their entire world.
At that moment, absolute despair spread madly in their hearts until it completely swallowed them whole.
*Boom!*
With a savage grin, Sora threw a punch forward without hesitation. The surrounding air let out an overwhelmed detonation, echoing through the entire nest like a thunderclap.
Viewed from high above, scorching golden lightning erupted from his fist. Wherever it passed, everything was reduced to an ocean of thunder, and the boundless desert parted to both sides.
It was as if a pair of invisible giant hands had forcefully torn it apart.
On the brink of life and death, the Black-Winged Great Demons snapped out of their terror. They unleashed their strongest attacks one after another, attempting to fend off the Soul Reaper's devastation.
Whether it was Ceros, moonlight swords, or lances of lightning...
But the moment the two sides collided, the Black-Winged Great Demons finally realized the massive gap between them.
Numbers could not make up for it at all.
Flesh and blood shattered instantly. Bones collapsed, charred black, and were ground into dust. Gore splattered everywhere as several bodies were directly blown apart, leaving behind horrifying voids.
Grimmjow and the others stared blankly at the exaggerated scene, utterly shocked by Sora's absurd display of power.
"Is Lord Naraku... is he really this strong?"
"As expected of the King!"
"With this supreme, dominating power, nothing can stop him anymore!"
"Your Majesty, we revere you!"
Aside from Grimmjow and Ulquiorra, the entourage also included Adjuchas who had formerly served under Baraggan.
They had witnessed the changes in Las Noches with their own eyes, as well as the terrifying battle that had changed the throne.
Therefore, their loyalty to Naraku Sora had reached an absolute peak.
Realizing that the Soul Reaper was the greatest threat of this invasion, the remaining Black-Winged Great Demons abandoned their current opponents and charged toward the figure in the center of the battlefield.
The air was thick with viscous Reiatsu, and gravity multiplied.
Countless Ceros converged and merged, forming a mighty torrent that erupted forward. Wherever it passed, deep trenches were plowed into the earth, permanently altering the terrain.
Even space itself showed signs of distortion.
Grimmjow took a deep breath.
Although he had completed his Arrancarification and even released his Resurrección right away, he still had absolutely no confidence in facing such a terrifying, fused Cero.
Ulquiorra's eyes flickered, his thoughts unreadable.
Even as the Cero descended, that youthful face still wore a savage, manic grin.
Reiatsu erupted. A violent pillar of fire shot into the sky, instantly scattering the clouds above and replacing them with a scorching crimson.
It shrouded the entire battlefield like burning clouds.
Sora's lips curled into a sinister smile. He spread his arms wide as crackling arcs of electricity wrapped around his body, stimulating his already terrifying defense and speed.
"One Thousand Strikes in an Instant!"
The moment his voice fell, Sonído blended with Flash Step. In an instant, he transformed into countless afterimages and charged straight into the torrent of Cero beams.
Gale-force winds rose from the ground, and heaven-shaking power annihilated the violent shockwaves.
Like pebbles smashed by a boulder, countless shattering sounds rang out as a Reishi storm was kicked up.
Agony struck. The bodies of the Black-Winged Great Demons were ruthlessly crushed as if run over by a steamroller. Every bone in their bodies shattered instantly, and clouds of blood mist exploded, drifting through the air.
In that split second, a portrait of hell slowly unfolded!
By the time he came to a halt, the battle had already drawn to a close.
A series of notification chimes rang in his ears.
But Sora was in no mood to pay attention to them.
His entire focus was on the final panel that popped up.
The next second.
A faint shattering sound echoed from his body.
A brand-new, vast Reiatsu erupted like a collapsing sky. In an instant, the Hollows present revealed expressions of sheer horror, their eyes widening as they stared in terror at the figure standing amidst the pool of blood.
A violent pillar of Reiatsu shot into the sky, directly dyeing half the heavens in a black-red hue, forming a spectacular sight.
Feeling the mighty power surging through his body, Sora grinned widely.
"Nothing can stop me now!"
"I am terrifyingly strong right now!"
When Naraku Sora led the group of Arrancars back in triumph, Aizen sought him out immediately, preparing to discuss the future development of Las Noches with him.
However, just as he was about to speak, he frowned, seemingly noticing something different.
Just as he was about to ask for details, Sora beat him to the punch, shamelessly showing off.
"Sōsuke, how did you know I broke through to First-Class Spiritual Power?"
"?" Aizen was speechless.
*No, who even asked you?*
Looking at the man's unabashedly smug face, Aizen instantly felt his blood pressure rise, while a strong sense of confusion surfaced in his heart.
*Has he lost his mind?*
*How did his Reiatsu increase so quickly?*