Death: Captain Millennium

"The deal is done, Aizen. Quickly fuse the two Hogyoku. I'm just trying to see how powerful you are after fusing them."

Lin Yu urged Aizen to get down to business quickly, as the other captains would be arriving by now.

"Want to fight again? I also want to test how strong you are."

Aizen fused the two Hogyoku into one and embedded it into his body.

As the action was completed, his spiritual pressure began to soar dramatically, reaching a whole new level from the upper limit of first-class spiritual pressure.

"Yes! That's it! It feels better when we fight like this! But it's not enough!"

Lin Yu felt the amazing aura coming from Aizen and began to tremble with excitement.

"Be careful, I won't hold back this time!"

Lin Yu drew out his Zanpakuto, and the spiritual pressure in his body reached the same level as Aizen as he continued to build up momentum.

The two men's leaking spiritual pressure continued to collide, and Lin Yu took the initiative to remove the barrier he had just set up. He wanted everyone to notice that he and Aizen were fighting to the death.

To outsiders, it seemed that the barrier set up by Lin Yu was shattered by the collision of these two spiritual pressures, but this was not the case.

"The sun, moon, and stars, thunder shakes the nine heavens!"

The power of stars and thunder surged from the Ziwei Sword in Lin Yu's hand, and several huge thunder dragons appeared around him, tightly surrounding him.

"Is this the true form of your Zanpakutō?"

Aizen looked at Lin Yu, who looked like a god or demon, and his heart couldn't stop trembling. It was the first time he saw Lin Yu's Bankai. This oppressive feeling, whether visually or perceptually, was terrifying. Coupled with the changed celestial phenomena, it was even more shocking.

Just when Lin Yu released his Zanpakuto, all the captains arrived here.

"Has this kid made another step forward in developing his Bankai?"

Captain Yamamoto looked at Lin Yu surrounded by thunder dragons and felt a lot of emotion. Lin Yu's liberation a thousand years ago was not in this form.

"Master Shan! What realm are Lin Yu and Aizen at now? Their spiritual pressure must be more than just first-class, right?"

Kyoraku Shunsui felt the spiritual pressure emanating from the two people, and a feeling of fear arose in his heart. This was not even a head-on confrontation, but it was already like this. If this spiritual pressure came straight at him, would he still have the courage to draw his sword to resist?

"I can't really tell! Anyway, it's already exceeded the first-class limit."

Captain Yamamoto's piercing gaze, like that of a hawk, darted back and forth over the captains present, as if to see through their very souls. As his gaze shifted, his expression grew increasingly uglier, a gloomy expression that seemed to drip water.

He thought to himself, these new generation captains usually seem quite energetic and capable, but now, faced with such a scene, none of them can withstand the momentum of Lin Yu and Aizen. This is really disappointing. Their performance is so weak, it is a world of difference compared to his own back then.

"Hunshui, Fuzhu, take a good look at me, this is what you look like now! As my disciples, you are so bad, don't you feel ashamed?"

Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni stamped his cane vigorously, the sound of it hitting the ground seeming to express his inner anger and disappointment. His look of disappointment made Kyōraku Shunsui and Ukitake Jushiro, who were standing nearby, feel a surge of guilt.

Kyoraku Shunsui gave a helpless, wry smile. He knew full well that the gap between him and Lin Yu was as insurmountable as a chasm. Even if he devoted his entire life to cultivating, he would likely never reach that level of power. The thought of this filled him with a sense of sadness, but he steeled himself, preparing for Captain Yamamoto's next lecture.

Ukitake Jushiro next to him seemed to notice Captain Yamamoto's gaze. He coughed twice at the right time, and a hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes.

"Master Shan, don't count on me. I'm a sickly person. It's a miracle that I'm still alive. It's too difficult for me to improve my strength." As he spoke, he lowered his head slightly, with a bitter smile on his face.

"And you! How disgraceful! As the captain of the Gotei 13! You are so incompetent! It really makes me ashamed."

Captain Yamamoto knew very well that his dignity and reputation as captain should not be easily damaged, so even though he felt unwilling and angry in his heart, he had to forcibly suppress the urge to continue to output those two proud disciples.

He poured out his rage like a volcano erupting, directing it all at the other innocent captains, only in this way could he somewhat ease the depression and frustration in his heart.

Soi Fong in the field looked particularly embarrassed at the moment. Her originally petite body was trembling constantly under the double attack of fear and shame. The slight trembling seemed to tell of her inner panic at the moment.

The image of the heroic and majestic team leader in the past seemed to collapse in an instant, making it difficult to associate the trembling figure in front of him with the powerful man he once was.

"This extremely hateful fellow! He actually displayed such powerful strength. What kind of mysterious method did he use to cultivate? Even Ye Yi seems to have never reached such a terrifying realm?"

Soi Fong roared inwardly, her guilt-ridden face growing redder and redder, as if blood would drip out at any moment. She felt that as captain, losing her composure at such a crucial moment was an insult to the entire Soul Society.

"The former captain of the 7th Division turned out to be such a strong man. I'm really eager to fight him!"

Kenpachi Zaraki's body was also shaking uncontrollably, which was an instinctive reaction when facing an unprecedentedly powerful opponent.

However, unlike Soi Fong, his eyes gleamed with a fiery glint, a flame of unwavering thirst for battle. For a battle-crazed warrior like him, fear never held him back. On the contrary, only in the heat of battle could he find his true self.

He longed to have a hearty fight with Lin Yu and Aizen. In his opinion, it was an honor whether he chopped the opponent or was chopped down by the opponent.

Kurotsuchi Mayuri's face, which had originally seemed calm, was now slightly rippled like the surface of a lake blown by a breeze. His body seemed to be controlled by an invisible force and kept shaking. Although the amplitude of the shaking was not large, it seemed as if every tremor contained endless secrets and disguises.

At first glance, his movements do give people an extremely awkward feeling, as if the rotation of every joint carries traces of deliberateness. That is the superb acting skills he has cultivated over a long period of time, just to perfectly present his current state.

In fact, his strength had already entered the first echelon, and he was too disdainful to reveal any flaws in such a small test.

Komamura Daigou's originally serious face now looked like a crater illuminated by the sun, instantly bursting out with blazing light, his face full of excitement.

On the way here just now, he only sensed Lin Yu's presence by the fluctuation of spiritual pressure, but it was always just a vague sensation and he was unable to see the person in person.

But now, when that familiar figure appeared before his eyes, the emotions that had been suppressed for so long burst out like a flood.

His eyes were wide open, flashing with indescribable excitement and surprise, as if the whole world was cheering for Lin Yu's appearance at this moment.