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

but already fierce winds were scraping across the face, with long hair flying wildly; truly it was a breathtaking presence.


Ji Huaxi, though surprised, was not panicked.


First, she took a deep breath, flying back to dodge this earth-shattering strike. Following that, she held the long spear horizontally in front of her, and with a crisp sound, it collided with a long tongue that flew towards her. Ji Huaxi could only feel an unimaginable massive force surging forward, her vision darkened, her wrists along with her entire hand trembled, and the long spear almost flew out of her grasp.


However, it was precisely because of this strike that Ji Huaxi's speed vaulted, further increasing the distance between the two.


The blood-red hair danced wildly before her eyes.


Whistling winds surrounded her, every black meteor in her field of vision transformed into straight lines.


Chapter 440: The Might of Doomsday, Subduing the Ancient Tree_2