Ulquiorra had never expected that the one who would save Harribel would be a Shinigami.
In his view, Shinigami and Hollows had always been at odds, constantly fighting each other, so saving someone was as incredible as a fantasy.
However, this seemingly impossible thing was now truly happening before his eyes…
Even Yammy had an arm cut off.
Such a bizarre scene, even for Ulquiorra, whose heart was usually as still as water, could not help but feel ripples of emotion.
He took a light breath, his steady voice still unhurriedly sounding: "Yoriichi Tsugikuni, do you know what you are doing?"
"She is a Hollow, a Vasto Lorde."
"I know, but so what?"
Yoriichi casually swung his Zanpakuto, blood droplets splattering out and rolling down the blade, staining a small patch of the barren desert red.
He met Ulquiorra's indifferent gaze, his tone as calm as a ripple-less lake:
"I have my own thoughts and actions."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yammy, who was nearby, roared in uncontrollable rage:
"Brat, how dare you do such a thing to me!"
"Ulquiorra, can I kill him?"
The pain and anger from losing an arm made Yammy's face extremely distorted and terrifying.
If Ulquiorra had not seemed to know the opponent, he would have charged forward long ago.
He, Yammy, was not to be trifled with!
Ulquiorra quietly glanced at Yammy and nodded slightly.
He was about to signal for the two of them to go forward together to deal with Yoriichi Tsugikuni.
After all, Yoriichi Tsugikuni's strength was formidable; although he was in Hueco Mundo, where reishi was abundant, it was unlikely that the situation of being instantly killed last time would reoccur.
However, since it involved a mission assigned by Aizen, they had to be careful.
Just then, a sudden exclamation broke the extremely oppressive atmosphere.
Kisuke Urahara rushed over, his forehead covered in fine sweat beads; he wiped the sweat with his hand while complaining:
"Yoriichi, why did you run so fast! You almost made me lose you."
After speaking, he moved his right hand away from his eyes and scanned the scene before him.
With just one glance, he froze, his mouth slightly agape, his face full of shock.
One Vasto Lorde, two Vasto Lordes…
"Uh-huh!" He coughed repeatedly, as if he could not believe his eyes, feeling that he was hallucinating.
Two Vasto Lordes, rarely seen in Hueco Mundo, had appeared here!
Although Yammy was large, he was not a Vasto Lorde.
Kisuke Urahara's gaze shifted back and forth among several Adjuchas.
Finally, it rested on Yammy.
Yammy was the most peculiar, actually a half-Arrancar!
Kisuke Urahara bared his teeth, feeling a pang of toothache.
Yammy looked at the suddenly appearing Kisuke Urahara and frowned slightly.
His face was full of disdain: "Hey, hey, where did this trash come from?"
"Is he also a Shinigami?"
The pressure emanating from Kisuke Urahara was almost zero.
Coupled with his harmless expression and appearance.
Anyone seeing him for the first time would consider him a harmless Shinigami.
Unfortunately, Ulquiorra denied Yammy's statement.
His dark green pupils swept over Kisuke Urahara's attire.
His tone was indifferent but subtly carried a hint of wariness: "Yammy, be careful, he is also a Captain."
"What?" Yammy was stunned.
Captain? Also?
Although Yammy had not been with Aizen's faction for long.
But he knew what level of Menos Grande the Captains represented in terms of combat power; they definitely surpassed Adjuchas.
Now, two Captains had appeared before him?
Was this not a joke?
What exactly happened when Ulquiorra went to Soul Society?
Yammy was full of doubts.
But at the same time, a strong fighting spirit also burned fiercely in his heart.
So what if they were Captains? Kill them, trash is still trash!
Kisuke Urahara gave an awkward laugh: "Well, you guys chat, I'll be going now."
He said, and was about to pull Yoriichi to leave together.
The current situation was too strange; with the appearance of two Vasto Lordes, rashly interfering would surely not end well.
Kisuke Urahara instinctively wanted to resolve these troubles through strategy.
However, Yoriichi did not agree.
His gaze was fixed on Ulquiorra.
He slightly raised the Zanpakuto in his hand, his voice calm and firm: "Kisuke, they are Aizen's underlings."
"If you want to leave, then take Tier Harribel and the Adjuchas around her."
"I will stay here."
"Are you sure?" Kisuke Urahara was a bit worried.
Although Yoriichi's strength was immense, his current spiritual pressure had reached the highest level, placing him at the pinnacle of the Three Realms.
But this was Hueco Mundo, and Shinigami did not have much of an advantage compared to Hollows here.
And Bankai would undoubtedly attract Aizen's attention, which was not in line with their purpose for entering Hueco Mundo.
Just as he was speaking, "Bang!" a sudden explosion sounded.
Kisuke Urahara had not yet clearly seen who launched the attack.
He was sent flying more than ten meters through the air.
In the air, he quickly adjusted his posture and landed steadily.
After landing, he frowned tightly and looked forward.
Yammy was grinning widely.
His palm was clenched into a fist, his voice loud: "Shinigami, how's the taste of my Cero?"
"Captain? You seem just average, can't even block my casual attack."
Cero, a derivative of the Cero, although its power was reduced, its speed was twenty times that of the Cero.
Kisuke Urahara quickly replayed Yammy's words in his mind.
He gently caressed the spot that had just been hit, his mood sinking slightly.
What a heavy Cero, its power was stronger than some Adjuchas' Cero.
Yoriichi… Kisuke Urahara's gaze shifted, focusing on the front.
Suddenly, Yoriichi Tsugikuni disappeared from his original spot.
His voice sounded indifferently: "I'll deal with you first, you who only bully the weak."
"I truly still cannot forgive those fallen Hollows."
Upon hearing this, Yammy's expression changed.
Not because of Yoriichi Tsugikuni's words, but because of Yoriichi Tsugikuni's speed.
Only the image of Yoriichi Tsugikuni disappearing remained in his sight.
Then, a fierce slash was already upon him.
—So fast!
Too late to block, Yammy could only quickly tense his muscles and activate the original power of a Menos Grande.
His body suddenly swelled up like an inflated balloon!
His original four-meter-tall body abruptly grew to ten meters.
Yoriichi's slash swept past where his neck had been.
Whoosh!
Yammy's two legs were severed at the root, and the severe injury caused him to fall backward with a crash.
He angrily punched the surrounding sand.
Boom!
Silver sand flew everywhere, Yammy hit nothing but air.
He roared, his body growing larger again, but his feet never regenerated.
The loss of mobility turned Yammy into a lamb to the slaughter.
Everything happened in an instant!