Sister Huang Xing is here

Su Heng had traversed to a world where demons were resurrecting, and the human realm was like hell.
Water ghosts, fog demons, and drought monsters... powerful demons plagued the land. Major clans used fierce spirits for medicine, residing high above the clouds, while common folk struggled desperately amidst a divine, eerie apocalypse.
In these chaotic times, Su Heng awoke with the talent of a Celestial Eater.
His body grew limitlessly, gaining a property point for every pound he gained in weight.
The bizarre and terrifying demons who slaughtered cities and eradicated nations were, to him, the most sweet and superior ingredients.
He devoured their flesh and blood, feasted on their sinews and bones, plundered their Divine Skills, and seized their destinies.
From the "Pure Yang Skill" to the "Heavenly Demon Transformation Technique," from the "Golden Bell Guard" to the "Demon Buddha's Golden Body," even the most ordinary martial arts in Su Heng's hands could burst forth incredible power.
Years later...
Su Heng's demonic body was colossal, his weight immeasurable.
With a hundred hearts and a thousand arms, mortals were nothing more than ants to him — all gods and buddhas of the heavens, come to battle!
...
This book is also known as "Godzilla of The Low Martial World."

One more catty, one more attribute point

Footsteps echoed in the dimly lit room.


Su Heng had returned to the eighth level.


In the circular hall, Ye Tong was half-kneeling on the ground, her expression somewhat vacant.


She still clutched the blood-stained dagger in her hand, and beside her, the basket was piled into a sharp little mountain with the flesh she had just harvested from the Wolf King.


Su Heng said with a smile, reaching out to pat Ye Tong on the head.


"Can I leave now?" Ye Tong asked in a low voice, her head bowed very low.


"Yes, you may," Su Heng said with a smile, "You've been quite troubled this time. After you get back, see Elder Li Xunhao for a share of the resources."


Her entire being, like a soulless wooden puppet, left the eighth level with a vacant gaze.


Su Heng's eyes moved away from Ye Tong's retreating figure and he waited briefly.


Chapter 102: Fishing law enforcement, reaching cooperation