Lightford noticed that the violet mist concealing him was dispersing, revealing his demonic appearance to his enemies.
Anxiety overtook him. He knew his true form would incite an attitude change in the human cultivators. Hatred and wariness of demons was deeply rooted in their very being.
“Open your eyes and take a good look at what a fiend Lightford is, everyone!” exclaimed Eternal’s forefather. “You must do your best to kill him, or this demon will gather his kind and return to destroy us!”
The word invoked an instinctual fear and concern in the assembled gods.