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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 116: Advantage Is Mine? The Heart of the Black Glove!

"Boom!"

The moment Zhou Batong's eyes met the monster's, he felt like black thunder exploded inside his head.

Countless scenes of bloody rain and foul winds, mountains of corpses and seas of blood crashed into him.

"No!"

This was not an illusion!

The floor beneath his feet and the walls all around him were buzzing and trembling, cracks spreading as large chunks of dust and rubble fell from the ceiling.

In front of Zhou Batong, Su Heng's eyes were filled with a blood-red light.

Covered with a crimson blood net over his dark and ferocious dragon-transformed body, an overwhelming demonic aura emanated from him, making the Demon Suppression Tower beneath their feet, which seemed incapable of bearing that power, tremble and sway constantly. Wave after wave of terrifying murderous aura surged at him like tidal ripples.

Zhou Batong's flesh trembled in response, his face deathly pale, completely void of any thought of resistance.