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

With a burst of sharp pain, Ji Huaxi slightly furrowed her brows and finally slowly woke up.


Her memories were still on Skull Plain, at the moment when Su Heng suddenly lashed out, that damned monster, goodwill taken for granted.


As for what happened afterward, she had no clue.


Ji Huaxi's heart gradually sank, even preparing for the worst possibilities.


She first looked around to assess her environment. She found that she was not in a filthy, damp cell as she had expected, but in a room with wooden floors, clean and tidy. Not far away on a table, there even stood a lotus-shaped copper furnace with wisps of white smoke seeping out. The scent was not overpowering and seemed to have some calming and beautifying effects.


Lifting the thin quilt covering her, she gently stepped down from the bed.


The armor she had been wearing was taken off, now hanging on the weapon rack beside her.


Chapter 435: Torture; Methods to Enhance Spiritual Power