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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 111: The Ultimate Realm, All Things Turn into Dragons!_2

Bright sunshine poured through the vast French windows, at last scattering the gloomy darkness inside the Demon Suppression Tower.

To the left, a new secret chamber had been carved out of the wall.

Su Heng reached out to activate the mechanism.

Buzz!

The wall recessed downwards.

A dark corridor appeared before the two of them.

Following the corridor forward, there was no oil lamp, but a mysterious red light surfaced amidst the darkness.

A rich and pungent odor permeated the air, not unpleasant, but enough to make one feel uneasy.

Li Xunhao stopped in his tracks.

He adjusted his breathing before hurrying to catch up.

At the end of the corridor lay an octagonal chamber, its walls engraved with ancient, mythical beast patterns. A bronze longsword dangled from the cone-shaped ceiling, suppressing the malicious aura and hiding any traces of their presence. At the center of the room, the most conspicuous object was a circular blood pool, over five meters in diameter.