Vasto Lorde is Coming

The Reiatsu covered the entire plain in just an instant.

The Nobles in the area could barely breathe, and those weaker collapsed on the spot with their mouth foaming.

This level of Reiatsu was beyond what they could handle.

Tokikaze stood prepared. His gaze was cold as he stared at the expanding Garganta.

Judging by this momentum, the big entity behind the Garganta was likely to be a Vasto Lorde.

At this point, Arrancar shouldn't have existed yet.

Even if they did, they wouldn't show interest in the Human World.

If the rebel who sacrificed himself earlier knew that he managed to lure a Vasto Lorde, he would probably find solace in his sacrifice.

The Garganta expanded rapidly, reaching its limit in no time.

At that moment, at the far end of the sky, another figure descended, a faint Kido concealed both its presence and Reiatsu.

A pair of green eyes looked perplexed at the chaos on the plain.

The current scene was truly beyond his expectations.

"A skilled Soul Reaper from the Noble faction?"

"Judging by the attire, he seems to be members of Tsunayashiro Clan."

If Tokikaze wasn't distracted by something else, he would surely notice the presence of this outsider.

Strictly speaking, they had crossed paths before.

After being exiled from Soul Society, he opened a shop in the Human World. He was the creator of Hogyoku, one of the Five Special Threats for the Quincies, former Captain of the Twelfth Division, and founder of the Research and Development Institute...

Urahara Kisuke.

Sensing the immense Reiatsu on the outskirts of Karakura Town, he left his experiments and rushed to the plain.

Originally, he intended to deal with the Adjuchas that came into the Human World to prevent his and the Visored's whereabouts to be exposed.

Unexpectedly, a skilled guy from the noble faction participated in this war.

In the blink of an eye, he effortlessly dealt with that Adjuchas.

More surprisingly, the rebel army also used their trump card and summoned an even more terrifying entity from Hueco Mundo.

Facing the overwhelming Reiatsu, Urahara Kisuke's face also displayed a serious expression.

As an expert in Hollow research, he knew what this level of Reiatsu represented.

The strongest Menos, Vasto Lorde.

A terrifying creature that easily surpassed ordinary Captains, those who stood at the pinnacle of Hueco Mundo.

"Why would a Menos of this level be attracted by a Hollow bait?"

Urahara Kisuke stroked the stubble on his chin, muttering in confusion:

"Is it a coincidence, or is there something more behind it?"

His scientist mind that was accustomed to years of research made him always consider multiple possibilities for any situation.

As far as Urahara Kisuke knew, only Gillian-class Menos could be attracted by a Hollow bait. Considering that even a Vasto Lorde showed up indicated a problem somewhere along the line.

"Let's observe for now."

After a moment of contemplation, Urahara Kisuke once again applied layers of Kido concealment on his black cloak and said, "I'll step in if necessary."

In the distance, the Garganta reached its limit, and the overwhelming Reiatsu became more tangible.

A hand wrapped in white bone emerged, the terrifying Reiatsu, like a collapsing sky, finally descended into the Human World.

The pressure rapidly permeated, instantly sweeping across the entire plain.

At the outskirts, the nobles felt as if their thoughts had slowed down countless times at this moment, and the gravitational force in the surrounding atmosphere had increased several times.

Plop, plop!

One by one, the spectators began to faint. All they felt was the shadow of death embracing them.

Even those with Lieutenant-Class couldn't resist this immense pressure.

They were simply on a whole different level.

"What a grand welcoming ceremony!"

The overlapping voices resonated within the Garganta as a humanoid figure walked out.

The pink hair especially stood out in the dark Garganta. The skull mask showed no signs of the typical brutality that was associated with Hollows. Instead, it exuded an unusual elegance.

He strolled across the charred plain, delicately sniffing the blood smell in the air, giving off an air of refinement in his every move.

"As a token of this welcoming ceremony, I will personally prepare new experimental vessels for you."

He looked towards the figure in the sky, arms spread wide. Feathery wings unfolded, and the immense Reiatsu instantly converged around him.

"Be grateful; this is a great gift for you. Offer everything for the perfect birth!"

Then, the pressure enveloped Tokikaze entirely.

Observing the elegant figure before him, the familiar sinister smile, and a hint of madness, Tokikaze had already confirmed the Vasto Lorde's identity.

The Future 8th Espada, the scientist and inventor - Szayelaporro Granz!

At this moment, he was still a Vasto Lorde and hadn't become an Arrancar. As a result, his appearance resembled that of a humanoid Hollow, with an overall Hollow-like form.

Wrapped in a shining white exoskeleton, the mask on his face highlighted a semblance of glasses, and the bone wings spread from his back, which made him look more like a Hollow than a human.

The immense Reiatsu even overwhelmed someone as strong as Tokikaze.

Undoubtedly, as a Vasto Lorde, his Reiatsu was at least above that of a Rank 2 Reiatsu. The powerful Vasto Lorde like Coyote Starrk undoubtedly was at Rank 1 Reiatsu.

As the pressure struck, Tokikaze showed a hint of seriousness. He transformed his Reiatsu into the wind that he spread in all directions, reducing the pressure from Szayelaporro Granz.

This was the strongest enemy he had ever faced. A slight mistake could lead to his demise.

If he lost, he would either die on the spot, returning as a spirit particle to Hell, or worse, become Szayelaporro's experimental subject for various inhumane researches.

Neither of these outcomes was something Tokikaze desired. So, he tightened the grip on his Zanpakuto.

On the plain, a fierce wind rose.

Gray clouds began to gather, obscuring the sky as the area turned dark.

The overwhelming Reiatsu suddenly burst forth. Powerful winds blew the clouds, and the immense pressure created cracks on the ground that extended to the distant mountains and forests.

"What a Reiatsu..."

Urahara Kisuke stood from a distance, gazing at the sudden change in the sky on the plain, murmuring to himself:

"It's only been three years. Where did this guy come from? Did I not mistake it for thirty years?"

"Why does the Soul Society suddenly feel so unfamiliar..."