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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."

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Chapter 233 Unexpected Changes, Breaking Through Heavenly Deceit

In the depths of the Demon Suppression Tower, within a sunless cell.

Drip, drip!

A droplet of cold water fell from the chains, making a resonant noise.

Zhou Hu, who was in a daze, half asleep, shuddered and violently woke up. Squinting his eyes towards the bars, he saw no one in the hallway, the door remained firmly locked, and Zhou Hu let out a slight sigh of relief, his tense muscles relaxing.

Even such a small movement caused a piercing pain as it tugged at his muscles, making Zhou Hu grimace in agony.

"These sons of bitches are utterly inhumane," he groaned, watching the flickering flame on the candlestick.

Recalling his experience of being imprisoned during this period was like a scene from hell.

Every day, he received three beatings—morning, noon, and evening, not one less.

In between, there were five minor beatings, each one breaking several bones and slicing open several pieces of his flesh.