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

Upon hearing Algres mention that name, silence suddenly fell within the sealed cave.


The stones burned in the fire basin, with flames leaping and accompanied by the crackling sound of spices exploding. After some time, a heavy, beast-like panting sound came from the distant void. A shadow on the left, with blood-red eyes and two thick horns on its head, clenched its fist tightly, emitting a wild, sinister laugh.


"They are still here, which is really great. Thousands of years of arduous cultivation, day and night, all for this day."


"I can't wait to return to our clan land and drink the fresh blood of our old enemies!" Another dark shadow on the right spoke as well.


However, the hatred in his tone was not diminished at all.


Only the shadow in the middle seemed emotionally unchanged, but asked further, "What is the purity of that girl's bloodline? Is she First Generation? Or Second Generation, or maybe Third Generation?"


Chapter 428: Pollution, Number One in the World