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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."

Sister Huang Xing is here · Eastern
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Chapter 137: Searching for the Sun on the Red Earth, a Deadly Descent!

Boom!

Inside the earth fortress.

The rock wall in front of Su Heng and Zhao Meiying crumbled inch by inch, exposing the scene within.

It was a vast hemispherical space, with blood-drenched skulls embedded in the walls and ceiling on both sides, all gouged of their eyes and tongues, with viscous black and red blood dripping down, forming a cruel and terrifying curtain of blood.

And on the ground.

Viscous innards, bones, and hacked limbs were arranged in a specific manner, forming a strange hexagram pattern.

At the center of the pattern, on a black platform, sat a burly figure.

The man was dressed in a white robe, with a rugged and robust build, and well-proportioned facial features. Black hair cascaded down his shoulders, fluttering faintly in the wind.

Even with his eyes closed and silent, he emitted an aura of righteousness, stability, and reliability.

Su Heng's gaze lingered briefly on the man's face, feeling an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

After some thought,