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

    The sky was grim, the earth vast and desolate.


    Jialuo is a Cultivator skilled in the Dao Path of space, extremely swift in movement.


    Princess Ji Huaxi, attempting to flee in the opposite direction, realized she was being remotely locked on by the spiritual power of two individuals as soon as she caught sight of the raised expanse of the Great Snow Mountain from afar.


    She took a deep breath and, quite suddenly, stopped.


    Looking around, she found the environment eerily familiar.


    Beneath her feet was a rushing, murky river, and before her eyes was a city turned into pitch-black ruins.


    The distant tolling of bells came from behind the Snow Mountain.


    On the cracked earth lay half-buried carcasses of strange insects and the air was still thick with the smell of blood yet to fully dissipate.


Chapter 488: Why aren't you talking? Are you scared?