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

"This is a crucial card in our hands, very useful, we can't just let him die here so easily."


Kulika extended his hand, skimmed a sharp thorn from Ji Xuance's joints, and then inserted it into his forehead. Under Ji Xuance's disheveled hair, pupils that had been flickering with red light gradually dimmed, and then the wounds on his body began to heal. He stood up with a blank expression, like a marionette, staggering towards the dragon bed on the high platform, and sat down on his own throne.


Jialuo lightly wiped with his hand, and as a great swath of black smoke spread, authority activated, and the cracks in the Imperial Palace left from the combat all disappeared. Even those collapsed buildings were reconstructed in this mighty force. Now the sun had completely set, and under the frosty moonlight, the entire Imperial Palace was clean and tidy, solemn and majestic, looking as if nothing had happened, but in fact, it was completely under the control of the two.


Chapter 484: Key Trump Card, Skull Throne! _2