Chapter 1068 The Beast Comes

The intrusion of Ichigo Kurosaki and others quickly aroused the reaction of the Soul Society.

"Everyone, let's go and make a scene!"

His voice was not loud, but it was full of unquestionable power. Every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting the hearts of the Berserkers.

These partners who fought side by side with him understood his intentions instantly without saying much. Only by using the most direct and shocking way can they break the indifference and stubbornness of the Soul Society and rescue the imprisoned Rukia Kuchiki.

And this is what the Berserkers are best at!

His purpose was to save Rukia Kuchiki, but he also knew that if he did not show his force, he would not be able to get a chance to negotiate.

"Okay!"

After a brief and powerful response, the Berserkers rushed to different directions of the Soul Society like arrows from a bow, and their figures drew sharp arcs in the night.

"Hehe, strong men from another world, here I come!"

"Gua, I'm going to defeat a hundred enemies this time!"

"Go, go, go, go, everyone here is so strong!"

Chad and the others did not leave. Ichigo Kurosaki knew how dangerous the Soul Society was, so he didn't plan to let them leave his side.

The Berserkers would not be in danger either, because most of the dangers would definitely be concentrated here. Once they stepped into that area, life and death would be unpredictable.

"I'm here, Soul Society's Death Gods, come and defeat me!"

Ichigo Kurosaki's voice echoed in the night sky. He opened his arms as if to embrace the whole world, and at the same time issued the most direct challenge to the Soul Society.

Ichigo Kurosaki's fighting spirit spread quickly to every corner like wildfire, stirring up imperceptible fluctuations in the air. That was the invisible contest between the strong.

The Berserker's fighting spirit is the best battle communication and declaration.

Kurosaki Ichigo's steps seemed leisurely, but in fact, every step was in the rhythm of time, and every step contained the expectation and preparation for the upcoming battle.

His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, penetrating the layers of clouds in the Soul Court, and locked onto the strong man who responded to his fighting spirit.

It was a resonance from the depths of the soul, a challenge that the strong could understand without words.

"Heh, is there finally a decent opponent?"

Kurosaki Ichigo's mouth curled up a faint smile, which was a desire for battle and an exploration of the limits of oneself.

Only by fighting with real strong men can we constantly break through ourselves and go further on this thorny road.

As the breath approached, Kurosaki Ichigo clenched his fists slightly, but he did not rush to meet the enemy. Instead, he continued to move forward in a leisurely manner, with his hands casually inserted in his trouser pockets, as if he was walking on a forest path.

There was an indescribable sense of rhythm in his steps, and every step was just right on the fluctuations of spiritual power in the air, as if resonating with the whole world.

In such an atmosphere, Ichigo Kurosaki even hummed a minor tune, which was his own battle melody, both a warm-up for the upcoming battle and a hymn to his inner beliefs.

However, in this area shrouded by Ichigo Kurosaki's fighting spirit, the reactions of other Shinigami were completely different.

When they saw Ichigo Kurosaki's figure from a distance, their legs trembled involuntarily. It was a fear from the depths of their souls that made their bodies tremble uncontrollably.

Fear spread rapidly like a plague, from the legs to the whole body, and even the Zanpakuto in his hand seemed to feel the owner's emotions, trembling slightly, as if telling of the fear of the unknown.

"Don't go over, don't get close, otherwise you will suffer an accident!"

This is the most real voice in their hearts, and it is also the most intuitive feeling of Ichigo Kurosaki's power.

But even so, when Kurosaki Ichigo really approached, the Shinigami who tried to escape found that they could not move at all, as if they were bound by an invisible force. They could only watch him walk step by step, and finally fell to the ground and lost consciousness.

This is Kurosaki Ichigo's battlefield, a field dominated by him alone.

Here, his fighting spirit turned into an invisible blade, cutting all obstacles, making it impossible for any existence with insufficient fighting spirit to gain a foothold.

His aura field is like an invisible ocean, with turbulent waves, swallowing up all the existence that dared to challenge him.

But what made Kurosaki Ichigo strange was that every time he got close to the target, the opponent would turn his head in other directions.

Is this avoiding fighting?

No, that kind of fighting spirit was clearly directed at himself.

Even if it was scattered and not condensed, the strength of this fighting spirit was already very good, so Kurosaki Ichigo was very sure that the opponent wanted to fight with him.

But I don't know why he always missed it at the critical moment, or even directly hit the wall and ran away.

This made Kurosaki Ichigo confused.

Could it be that the other side is——lost?

A loud rumble, like thunder cracking the sky, shook the entire Soul Society.

Dust rose up, covering the moonlight, as if even the stars were trembling.

In the dust, a figure slowly walked out. His appearance was like a god of war crawling out of the abyss, with unparalleled domineering and wildness.

This is Kenpachi Zaraki, the most unique existence in the Gotei 13, the captain of the 11th Division, a madman who lives on fighting.

He was wearing the iconic feathered robe of the captain of the 11th Division. The feathered robe rustled in the night wind, like a battle flag, announcing his arrival. Kenpachi is tall and muscular, with bulging muscles, and every inch of his skin reveals explosive power.

His face was rugged, and his brows revealed unyieldingness and wildness, as if he was born to fight. What's even more striking is that his left eye is covered by a black single eyepatch, adding a bit of mystery and coldness.

And his hedgehog-like hair is even more unique. Each strand of hair seems to contain an unyielding will. There are also small and exquisite little bells on it, which ring softly and crisply with his movements. It's pleasant to the ears, but it seems particularly abrupt in this tense atmosphere, revealing a kind of non-mainstream rebellion and freedom.

This kind of attire is undoubtedly a unique sight among the serious Gotei Thirteen.

However, the most unexpected thing is that on the shoulders of such a fierce warrior, there is a little girl with pink hair. Her big eyes are shining with curiosity and innocence, which is exactly the same as Kenpachi's wild look. The image is in stark contrast.

The little girl seemed oblivious to everything around her and just hugged Kenpachi's neck tightly, as if it was her safest harbor. This scene makes people curious and daydream about Kenpachi's inner world.