Chapter 231: Only a Monster Can Fight a Monster! (Requesting Monthly Tickets!)

A black gap opened, revealing countless blood-red eyes within, radiating an eerie and mysterious aura.

Immediately after, two figures stepped out one after the other, both with grim expressions; the one in front, though slightly disheveled—his body covered in purple and blue bruises, visibly swollen—was still largely intact.

In stark contrast was the figure behind him.

His right arm had been severed at the elbow; the once-gleaming golden armor was now charred black, exposing the carbonized tissue beneath… such injuries could no longer be described as severe; any ordinary person would have died countless times over.

"Those two damned women dared make me look so pathetic!"

Gilgamesh gnashed his teeth, ignoring the slightly odd glances around him, and used his still-functional left hand to reach into the void, pulling out a crystal-like long-necked flask, popping the stopper and pouring its contents straight into his mouth.

Soon, his entire body, scorched and blackened, emitted a soft green glow, healing at a visibly rapid pace—even his armor restored to its original state, shimmering once more in golden brilliance.

Yet Gilgamesh's expression darkened again, for he realized one wound remained unhealed: his severed right arm.

The potion could heal all injuries, yet it could not regenerate his right arm—not due to any flaw in the potion, but because a peculiar energy blocked his recovery at the site.

"It seems you've met an interesting opponent."

Sensing something, Aizen, one of the few present with no obvious injuries, adjusted his glasses and spoke.

Seeing this gesture, Zhao Zhui, who had been observing Gilgamesh's arm wound, couldn't help but twitch his eye corner, as if recalling another man who wore glasses.

Ma De Chuxuan, don't you dare lie to me—or even if I leave the Demon Team, I'll find a way to kill you!

"Shut up, Aizen. Are you trying to earn a death sentence from me?!"

On the other side, Gilgamesh glared coldly at Aizen, golden ripples forming behind him, clearly preparing to strike.

Aizen sighed helplessly, silently placing his hand on the hilt of his Zanpakutō.

"Ah la la… gentlemen, this is hardly the time for infighting. Let's think about how to handle the current situation."

At that moment, the Youkai Sage, clad in a peculiar Daoist robe, stepped between them, opening his folding fan to cover half his face as he chuckled softly.

"Don't forget—we came here to assist Young Master Zhao Hao. This is a task issued by the Group Master. If we fail to complete it, the rewards he promised will slip right out of our grasp."

Hearing this, the atmosphere instantly fell silent; Gilgamesh and Aizen both reined in their respective energies, clearly taking the reward mentioned by Yuyuanzi seriously.

Seeing this, Zhao Hao, as the "Group Master," secretly exhaled in relief, then carefully chose his words and said solemnly: "Everyone, our previous assessment of the Zhongzhou Team's strength was far too conservative. Based on current intelligence, their team includes at least four fourth-stage combatants, and unless something unexpected happens, the remaining members of the Demon Team will ally with them."

That means we'll soon face five fourth-stage powerhouses—a number nearly equal to our own group. Especially the one from Zhongzhou who struck first—he's no ordinary fourth-stage… No! Even among fourth-stage elites, few match his strength. Defeating him is the key to winning this battle."

As he spoke, Zhao Hao recalled the scene where Wu Xian had strangled the three top warriors of the Flame Sea.

Not effortless, but utterly devastating.

Three men, three punches—each a one-hit kill. Only Aizen, thanks to his Mirror Water Moon ability, barely escaped unscathed; Uchiha Madara and Whitebeard were both grievously wounded and still hadn't recovered.

Remember, these two were rated as legendary by the Main God—Uchiha Madara, with his Rinnegan, had already unlocked the Light of the Soul, though he'd bypassed the Heart Demon trial through a shortcut, so he remained classified as legendary.

Even so, he possessed the strength to contend with a fourth-stage elite, at least holding his own for a while.

Yet he still lost—defeated by a single punch while in his full-body Susano'o state. To outsiders, it might seem he was weak.

"Oh? So that happened?"

Gilgamesh raised an eyebrow. Though arrogant, he acknowledged these few as rare powerhouses; facing them all at once without using his trump cards, he had no guarantee of victory.

"Indeed, that kid is terrifyingly strong… damn, if he weren't on the opposing side, I'd seriously ask if he'd like to be my son."

Sitting on the ground, still towering over everyone else, Whitebeard sighed regretfully. Everyone fell silent at his words.

This wasn't the first time Whitebeard had said this. Every time a new male joined the group, he'd ask the same question—as if persistence alone might eventually win someone over.

"That guy is simply too powerful. Even if we combine our strength to match him, the enemy still has other warriors nearly equal to us. Winning becomes nearly impossible."

"Unless… we find another monster to fight him!"

As Aizen spoke, the group chat interface appeared before him. With a thought, the screen scrolled to a gray avatar.

Simultaneously, upon seeing that avatar, most present—precisely, the group members—unconsciously held their breath, as if recalling some unpleasant memory, their expressions turning strained.

Zhao Hao internally sighed, but he had to admit: Aizen's suggestion was currently the best—and possibly the only—option.

"That one hasn't been online for a long time. We can't reach him. This time, we'll have to trouble the Group Master again."

Zhao Hao said this, then pretended to @ the Group Master on the group chat, detailing the group's current predicament. At the same time, he used system privileges to switch to the Group Master's main account.

Soon, a reply appeared from the "Group Master."

"I understand the situation… unfortunately, my power alone would collapse that world upon arrival, and it would also draw the attention of the one behind the Main God's space—otherwise, why go through all this trouble?"

A solemn, weighty voice resonated in every member's mind, tinged with resignation.

"Very well. I'll notify him shortly. Don't rush. Just do your best to complete this mission. The rewards I promised you? Not a single one will be withheld."

(End of Chapter)