American Comics: BOSS Invasion

Just as the sky began to darken, Qishan was already standing hundreds of meters above the Black Forest, quietly watching the noisy plaza below.

Xiaodie stood obediently beside him, with a dense formation of Soul Reapers behind her, led by four captains, neatly arranged into four divisions.

No one spoke, everyone watching Grandma Dryad's performance with great interest.

If the spiritual pressure was completely dyed black, although not yet reaching the level of evil of a Hollow, but already faintly tainted with that aura, then it was undoubtedly a bad person.

Qishan was not a pedantic person. To him, the word 'person' could represent many meanings; being born as a person did not necessarily mean being a person.

If the inner self did not match, then that person was completely unworthy of being called a person.

For things that were not people, Qishan naturally wouldn't care too much about their life or death.

His main target remained Heishan Laoyao.

Strangely enough, the Reishi technology in the small universe space had been researched for so many years, and even made significant progress in spatial detection and time manipulation.

However, when Qishan searched everywhere for other dimensions with the instruments, he found nothing.

Reishi itself is dependent on the soul. The Soul Society can be understood as another dimension with high Reishi activity.

Such a space, although with subtle differences from the Soul Society, is the same in essence. Logically, the machine should be able to find it easily, and even if it couldn't find it, it should react to the weak entrances and exits.

But he just couldn't find it.

Seeing Grandma Dryad kill so many people below, almost forcing out her last bit of vital energy, and then using a special method to open a passage to the underworld, Qishan's eyes lit up.

The moment the blood mist spread, Qishan's lips curled slightly.

"The time is right, let's go!"

"Ha!"

The bandit couldn't hold back any longer, shouting and jumping down with a maniacal smile. Behind him were the loudly yelling, equally frenzied members of the Eleventh Division, nearly three or four hundred of them, plummeting from the sky like a chaotic dance of demons.

The stealthy mobile unit of the Second Division, silent as stones, activated Shunpo simultaneously after the order was given. In the blink of an eye, they had scattered and entered the blood mist range from all directions.

The Third Division was on standby at the periphery, ready to provide resources at any time.

The Sixth Division was responsible for clearing out the evil ghosts under Grandma Dryad's command, as well as Grandma Dryad herself.

Having summoned successfully with her life on the line, Grandma Dryad had just felt a surge of Yin energy invading her body, her dilapidated origin rapidly repairing, while the innate Wood spiritual energy began to shift and transform in properties after being eroded by the Yin energy.

The sins and hellfire she had carefully avoided for many years entered her body along with the power, like maggots on a bone, completely transforming Grandma Dryad from the inside out.

From the suffocating state just now, she suddenly felt refreshed, almost making Grandma Dryad cry out in joy.

Just then, a magnificent Zanpakuto suddenly appeared above her head, grazed Grandma Dryad's nose, and fell to the ground, disappearing instantly with a plop, as if falling into a lake.

Before Grandma Dryad could react, a cold and clear voice came from her ear.

"Bankai, Senbonzakura Kageyoshi!"

Rumble rumble rumble!

The ground shook wildly, and rows of huge and sharp blades rose from the ground like a forest.

In Grandma Dryad's sight, two rows of huge knife shadows surrounded her from the front and back, the natural sharpness almost cutting her in half.

A breeze blew, and the tips of the blades turned into a large number of cherry blossom petals, surging down like a sea of flowers, like a waterfall.

They rolled and surged, as if possessing self-awareness, wreaking havoc and reveling in the plaza.

The surrounding female ghosts and small tree demons were instantly swept into it, the sharp cherry blossom petals grinding up and down, like falling into a meat grinder, and would be cut into powder in the blink of an eye, directly causing them to disappear between heaven and earth.

Roar!

Heishan Laoyao's roar grew closer and closer, the ground shaking more and more violently. A huge and ugly head rose from the ground, as if he was the mountain itself, manipulating the earth to transform into two huge arms, frantically smashing towards the top of his head.

"Heishan Laoyao, what are you doing?"

Then a huge collision sound was heard, and a sharp blade flashed, the huge arm was actually split in two, and a wild figure was revealed with the falling of the stones.

It was the bandit.

Behind him were three hundred subordinates descending from the sky, shouting and yelling.

They were all bloodthirsty madmen, encountering war as if they had encountered their favorite honey, their heads filled with blood, falling into a state of madness, and loving to kill from the depths of their hearts.

The Soul Reapers scattered on Heishan Laoyao's body, Zanpakuto crisscrossing, blades flying, white light flattening the mountain, and pieces of stone were cut off.

Shouts of reprimand came one after another, and a large number of explosions continued.

When Grandma Dryad saw the Soul Reaper's attire, she immediately reacted, her eyes turning red, and she roared sharply: "It's you! Where is that beast? Today I will make you die without a burial place!"

Grandma Dryad raised her hands high, preparing to use her full strength to unleash a big move.

The surrounding sea of flowers suddenly contracted, directly wrapping Grandma Dryad tightly in it, and the massive number of blades formed a tornado, turning into the most terrifying meat grinder in history.

In desperation, Grandma Dryad covered the surface of her body with a large amount of Yin energy, thinking that she could break out of the shell as long as she withstood the first attack, but who knew that the attack of the petals was endless.

The outer cherry blossom petals wrapped layer by layer, trapping Grandma Dryad firmly in the middle.

A few petals fluttered by, and Byakuya Kuchiki's figure appeared next to the huge flower ball. He reached out slightly, and the petals formed a sharp Zanpakuto in his hand.

"White Emperor Sword!"

He raised his head slightly, not even looking in the direction of Grandma Dryad, and flicked his arm to the right. A ray of light flashed from his fingertips, and the Zanpakuto had already penetrated the flower ball, carrying Grandma Dryad out.

Grandma Dryad's original core was severely damaged, her eyes widened like light bulbs, and green blood spurted from her mouth.

During the flight, her body had already begun to gradually disintegrate. Grandma Dryad, with full of resentment and unwillingness, roared hoarsely: "Heishan Laoyao, Heishan Laoyao!"

Boom!

With an explosion, Grandma Dryad exploded and died!