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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 85 Late Arrival, Bloodthirsty Demon Vine

"It seems we're still one step too late." Looking at the disfigured corpses of Wang Bingquan and Ma Youcai, Song Yingchun sighed with some regret and shook his head.

Wang Bingquan was no big deal.

But Ma Youcai was a hard-won internal supporter Song Family had finally managed to plant within the Demon Suppression Bureau.

He had been conscientious all these years, and had helped their family countless times. But to end up like this, made him somewhat unbearable.

"Don't blame yourselves," Su Heng consoled, "They were just too weak."

"I gave them a chance, if they were willing to attack together, there was a possibility of survival."

Looking at his calm and indifferent face, Song Ting clenched his fists, feeling a surge of anger rushing to his head.

His eyebrows furrowed, and his neck even seemed to grow a bit thicker.

"What do you take human life for, a toy? They're already dead, yet you're still posturing here."