American Comics: BOSS Invasion

Entering the Underworld, Qishan felt a sense of exhilaration.

Perhaps this was the affinity of Reishi towards the God of Death.

The Underworld was clearly much kinder to the God of Death. Within such a space, the God of Death could unleash 150% to 300% of their combat power.

The Sixth Division members rushing in were the best proof of this.

As an exclusive anti-force for the nobility, the warriors under his command were all private soldiers of the nobles. Although they were imitations of Qishan's creation, their soul cores possessed the same attributes. In other words, the Sixth Division's God of Death could unleash 60% of a true God of Death's combat power, which was already a terrifying number.

But upon arriving in the Underworld, this number doubled.

The Gods of Death below all widened their eyes, their voices full of vigor, as if they had been injected with chicken blood, frantically fighting on the battlefield.

The Yin soldiers all looked ferocious and terrifying, usually bearing fatal wounds, wielding tattered weapons, and constantly emitting thick Yin energy from their bodies, as if they were continuously bleeding.

And the surrounding Yin energy, as they moved, rushed into their bodies like swallows returning to their nests, replenishing the combat power of these Yin soldiers.

The Gods of Death, however, fought individually. Only those with close relationships, or those who encountered tough opponents, would cooperate with each other.

The God of Death could be said to be the most versatile type of soldier. Any God of Death who learned Kidō was sufficient to handle most situations on the battlefield.

Various Kidō spells were released one after another, filling the battlefield with explosions. Occasionally, a fireball would fly into the army, causing chaos and destruction. Occasionally, a tornado would clear out a small area.

More often, they were directly blasted into fragments by Cang Huo Zhui.

Their orders were to flatten this world. As long as the enemy existed, they would resolutely eliminate them.

Never considering what the enemy might be thinking!

Qishan stood in mid-air, watching the battle line advance forward at a visible pace, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Not bad. The area of this space is not small, it should be able to accommodate the entire Seireitei on a one-to-one scale.

As for the outer Rukongai area, there is also a large area that can be settled.

Very good, then let's flatten this place as soon as possible!"

Qishan stretched out his palm and whispered, "Senkaimon, open!"

A magnificent gate appeared out of thin air, embedded in mid-air, about five meters high. Each door leaf had the same width. The left door was painted black, representing the God of Death, and the right door was painted white, representing the Hollow.

They quickly gathered in front of the gate, and the massive number of Gods of Death almost submerged the entire battlefield.

The Gotei 13, except for the two divisions that were eliminating the Black Mountain Old Demon on the periphery, all eleven remaining divisions had arrived.

The Twelfth Division, responsible for the Research and Development Bureau, originally did not have many people, and most of them were clerks. Their development attributes determined that they were not suitable for the front lines.

The remaining ten divisions, with a total of three thousand Gods of Death, faced a Yin soldier force of less than ten thousand. Such an exaggerated disparity in strength could no longer be described as war, it was pure crushing.

Tōshirō Hitsugaya, captain of the Tenth Division, stood at the front with his arms crossed. He slowly extended his right palm, his frosty face devoid of any expression. He gently waved his palm down, and the Gods of Death behind him roared in unison, rushing forward like a tide.

Like a giant wave crashing on the sand, the opponent had no ability to resist. The Yin soldiers, who had barely gained an advantage by relying on their numerical superiority and fearless siege, did not even last a single round before being instantly slammed onto the beach by the wave.

They were like dominoes. The moment the first one fell, it already foreshadowed their defeat.

One captain faced a ghost general, exchanged only two moves, and chopped it into three pieces. The remaining captains rushed directly towards the direction of the City of Wrongful Deaths.

The dilapidated City of Wrongful Deaths carried an aura of decay. Every black brick was crumbling. The huge city housed a large number of wandering souls.

They served the Black Mountain Old Demon in exchange for shelter and a chance to live.

The Gods of Death didn't care about that. If they wanted to rebuild the Seireitei, the City of Wrongful Deaths had to be demolished.

Several captains joined together and launched a huge fireball, instantly engulfing the City of Wrongful Deaths.

The screams were earth-shattering, as if countless ghosts were howling at the same time. The entire space began to shake, and a large number of wandering souls frantically fled from the flames. They still carried sparks on their bodies, some even had half of their bodies burned away, yet they still did not forget to escape outwards.

Watching the scattered sparks of fire illuminate the entire Underworld even more transparently, Qishan slowly raised his head and looked at a huge monster floating in the air.

This monster was entirely composed of rocks, with a huge skull head, but its lower body was that of a beast, feeling like a terrifying version of the Sphinx, but not exactly the same.

Qishan was slightly familiar, it seemed like a strange beast from the Classic of Mountains and Seas, but he couldn't remember its exact name. Without a doubt, this should be the Black Mountain Old Demon who had obtained the position of Mountain God by chance, and then fell into the Underworld, becoming a regional overlord.

Eliminating half of his body earlier had not had much impact on him. At this time, the aura he naturally emitted was still as terrifying as a monster.

"The sea of bitterness is boundless, turn back to the shore!"

A strange Buddhist sound suddenly rang out, carrying a strange seductive power, like it had a self-awareness, generally drilling into the ears of every God of Death.

A large number of Gods of Death suddenly froze on the spot, almost being slashed by the Yin soldiers in front of them. Fortunately, the structure of the Gods of Death and ghosts were different, the solidity of their bodies far exceeded the wandering souls. They only stiffened for a second, and quickly came back to their senses, chopping the attacking Yin soldiers in half like cutting melons and vegetables.

Qishan smiled and said, "So you little brat can talk, huh? If you can talk, it'll be easy to handle. Let's make a deal! How about giving me this space? To show my sincerity, I can spare your life!"

The Black Mountain Old Demon suddenly opened its mouth, and invisible sound waves rippled out, like a giant hammer heavily smashing into Qishan's chest.

Caught off guard, Qishan was directly smashed dozens of meters away. Fortunately, he reacted in time and used Reiatsu to condense a place to borrow strength in the air, otherwise he would have been thrown even further.

Qishan slowly raised his head, and the Black Mountain Old Demon had already lost control and flipped out. The sky was covered in dark clouds, and mist rose from the ground. This was the rhythm of a decisive battle.

Qishan's mouth curled slightly: "Not bad, you're a tough guy. Since you're so eager to die, then I'll be merciful and satisfy you!"