The light column shooting skyward brought a tremor to the earth; although under control, it did not produce a terrifying shockwave, yet the fierce airflow still swept through the entire city.
The entire trade site of Zaro had already transformed into a deep pit, with molten lava flowing on the surface and emitting blue smoke.
Grimmjow and Harribel stood steadily in the sky here, resembling demons crawling out from the Abyss under the dark red light of the molten lava.
Such a powerful display of killing as a warning shattered the morale that had already completely collapsed.
The other thirteen Great Sons came out and expressed submission.
"Welcome to our great Guardian of the Realm..., your citizens have long awaited you here!"
Facing such direct pressure in this low-magic world, recruiting them was naturally effortless, and no one dared to have other ideas.
