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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 210 Resource Allocation, Feasible Strategy_2

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Meanwhile, on the other side.

In the Demon Suppression Tower, Su Heng continued to ascend.

He soon reached the ninth level, coated with a thick Blood Flesh Fungus Blanket.

He manipulated gravity to push open the sturdy doors forged from radiant stone, and a warm wind mixed with the smell of blood spilled out, scattering the few locks of hair hanging by Su Heng's ears. His gaze remained unchanged, for he was long accustomed to the sight of the squirming crimson flesh before him, feeling no discomfort whatsoever.

Passing through a curtain woven from intertwined blood vessels, he quickly entered the inner layer of the laboratory.

The Blood Demon General and the Iron Demon General had both loved and slain each other, their flesh already corroded and digested by the fungal strain. Only some desiccated bones were left, discarded like trash in the dark corners.

On the wall that the Blood Demon General once adorned, the Wind Demon General now hung, barely alive.