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

Just like a maple leaf falling in autumn or a butterfly struggling in a downpour.


Ji Huaxi was swept away by the hurricane.


In just a blink of an eye, she disappeared into the gloomy expanse of the sky.


After the storm passed, the pouring rain gradually ceased, the clouds in the sky dispersed, and beams of long-missed golden sunlight once again sprinkled down. The rain marks on Su Heng's black Scale Armor were still fresh, now slowly evaporating amidst his majestic body heat, wisps of white steam rising from his broad, non-human shoulders.


The bloodstains within Lishui Ancient City were washed away, the houses broken, and abandoned furniture littered the streets. Large sections of the city's ashen walls had collapsed. The now-clear river water rushed through the channels, washing away the last remnants of pus. Apart from being deserted, the city actually appeared quite fresh.


Li Hongxiu retracted her gaze, "Why didn't you tell her the truth?"


Chapter 480: Might as Abyssal Prison, Not Yet Over_2