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!
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This book is also known as "Godzilla of The Low Martial World."

One more catty, one more attribute point

The sky was vast and the grasslands were a verdant green.


It seemed like a heavy rain had fallen last night, and the vast grasslands looked even fresher and boundlessly lush.


A cold wind mixed with moisture blew from a distance, causing the grass leaves to droop. Many cattle, sheep, and horses could be seen running back and forth on the grass, lowering their heads to drink water. The livestock's calls were continuous, coupled with the melodious singing of the herdsmen. This grassland was like Heaven, brimming with a tranquil and leisurely atmosphere.


The life force of those corpses was incredibly tenacious, and there were many of them.


Even with the aid of the Sun Iron Essence, Solban had only barely managed to carve a bloody path out.


He could feel part of that ancient existence's gaze from Changsheng Heaven seeming to fall on him. Cold and horrifying, it drove him to keep fleeing forward.


Chapter 393: Diverting Trouble Eastward, Bringing Disaster Upon Oneself