Chapter 1126: Arresting People in the Real World

After learning that the berserk Hollow was killed by Unohana Retsu, Aizen didn't care.

There was no wave on his face, as if all this was within his expectations, or it was not enough to shake his inner peace.

Ichimaru Gin, one of Aizen's closest and most elusive subordinates, stood not far away, staring at Aizen's back with complicated eyes.

In Ichimaru Gin's eyes, the power of the berserk Hollow was already extraordinary, enough to deter most death gods, but Aizen's reaction was so indifferent that he couldn't help but doubt it.

Did Aizen really disdain such power, or was he good at hiding his emotions and deliberately making Ichimaru Gin unpredictable?

These can only be judged by Ichimaru Gin himself.

Aizen's wisdom and scheming are far superior to his, and any slight change in his expression may hide unfathomable calculations.

He thought to himself, perhaps this is the brilliance of Aizen, using superficial indifference to cover up the true intentions in his heart, so that everyone falls into his fog.

"Lord Aizen, you don't seem surprised by Captain Unohana's victory?"

Ichimaru Gin's voice was low and magnetic, trying to catch a clue from Aizen's reaction.

Aizen turned around gently, and his eyes that seemed to be able to see through people's hearts gently swept over Ichimaru Gin, and a meaningful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Surprised? Why should I be surprised? In this world, nothing is unpredictable, including death."

His tone was calm and confident, as if everything was under his control.

"Back off, Gin."

Ichimaru Gin sighed lightly and turned away.

Aizen looked at Ichimaru Gin's departing back, and a barely perceptible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He knew Ichimaru Gin's thoughts better than anyone else, but as he said, letting a venomous snake around was just to see what kind of surprises or changes it would eventually bring.

For Aizen, every chess piece has its value, including Ichimaru Gin, they are all paving the way for Aizen's grand plan.

At this moment, Aizen's thoughts returned to the more urgent issue - the soul of the Berserker.

He closed his eyes and felt the subtle but strong fluctuations of the Houyu in his body. It was a desire for a specific soul power, as if only by devouring these souls could the Houyu truly show its full power.

Aizen thought to himself, could it be that the true evolution of the Houyu is not to seize another Houyu, but these Berserker souls?

"The soul of the Berserker contains a special power, which is an extremely precious nutrient for the Houyu."

Aizen thought thoughtfully.

"I originally thought that the ultimate goal of the Houyu was to devour another Houyu and reach the extreme of power. But now it seems that I may be wrong. The soul of the Berserker is what it really desires."

Aizen wanted to obtain more Berserker souls, some for experiments and some for feeding the Houyu.

"Although it is something that is about to be eliminated, it can also play a value and role now."

Aizen thought about it and decided to send the Arrancar to the present world to capture the Berserker back.

He didn't want to fight Ichigo Kurosaki yet, so letting the Arrancar go was the best choice, even if they all died, as long as they could bring back what they wanted.

Grimmjow had no interest in capturing Berserkers, but it would be nice to challenge the strong.

The Arrancars could open the Black Chamber at will, and then go back and forth between the living world and the Hueko-no-Yoga Palace.

However, if they acted at will, they might be targeted by the Soul Society, and coupled with Aizen's ban, they were all unruly on the surface, but in fact, no one dared to disobey, not even Bylergan.

Now that he had permission, Grimmjow was the first to run to the living world.

Grimmjow stood on the crack between the Hueko-no-Yoga Palace and the living world, and the Black Chamber slowly closed, leaving a faint ripple, and then he flashed, like a cheetah in the dark night, quietly blending into the hustle and bustle of the living world.

Although he was not very enthusiastic about the task of capturing Berserkers, his instinctive desire for battle was like a wildfire, difficult to contain.

However, he did not release his spiritual pressure to cause large-scale death and shock. Grimmjow was not interested in killing the weak.

The air in the real world was filled with a kind of vitality and complexity different from that of the Palace of the Night. There were tall buildings, busy traffic, and people coming and going. All of this was both novel and boring to Grimmjow.

He quickly scanned the surroundings, trying to catch a clue related to the Berserker.

"Where is the Berserker?"

Grimmjow found that he did not feel any particularly strong spiritual pressure.

Berserkers are very good at controlling their own power, so naturally there will be no spiritual pressure that can be sensed. Even the most proficient Quincy can hardly detect the spiritual power of the Berserker.

Fortunately, although Grimmjow could not feel any particularly strong spiritual pressure or special spiritual pressure, just as Grimmjow was about to expand the search range, a faint vibration came from afar. It was not an earthquake, but a more subtle power fluctuation, similar to but not completely equivalent to spiritual pressure.

A playful smile appeared on his lips, and his body instantly turned into a black shadow, rushing towards the source of the vibration.

Soon, Grimmjow came to an abandoned industrial area on the edge of the city. It used to be a prosperous industrial area, but now it has become a forgotten corner of the city, with weeds and ruins everywhere.

And in this desolate place, an unusual battle is taking place.

The two sides of the battle are a group of seemingly ordinary young people, but the power they show is far beyond ordinary people.

Their fists are accompanied by a whistling sound of breaking through the air, and every collision stirs up a circle of energy ripples visible to the naked eye. The air is filled with strong fighting spirit and indomitable spirit.

"Kouhei, kouhei, are you massaging me with your weak fists?"

"Gua, take my absolute power 6%, killing intention wave punch!!!"

"Fuck, absolute power 5%! Killing intention wave punch!"

"It doesn't matter, I'll fuck both of you!"

Grimmjow floated above the gray sky, looking down at the noisy and chaotic battlefield below, with a playful smile on the corner of his mouth.

On the ground, a group of humans in different clothes and with mixed auras were fighting fiercely, with fists whistling and dust flying, as if every blow contained reluctance and anger.

Their conversation was mixed with rough words, but revealed a strange sense of power, which made Grimmjow feel a little curious.

"It seems that these humans are not ordinary people."

Grimmjow thought to himself, his perception was far beyond that of ordinary people, even in this mixed spiritual pressure, he could catch a trace of unusual aura.