The Four Great Demon Ancestors, four beings who each dominated a region, all held their breaths simultaneously at this moment, watching with disbelief as the figure in the arena underwent a world-shaking transformation in aura.
Wei Dayong no longer emitted that heaven-shaking roar; he did not even look again at the severed stump of his daughter's arm on the ground. That arm had already been carefully hidden against his skin in his chest with a posture bordering on piety, covered and protected by cyan-black skin and boiling baleful intent.
He slowly raised his head, the violently distorted expression on his face already fading, replaced by a heart-palpitating, extreme calmness. Yet this calmness was ten thousand times more terrifying than the previous madness—it was the pure, absolute void and dead silence left after all emotions were burned away. His body, which had previously swelled like a demon, was now slowly shrinking, its muscle lines becoming smooth and internalized, no longer bulging to the bursting point, yet radiating a heavy metallic texture and explosive power. His skin turned completely into a dull, light-absorbing cyan-black.
The most striking change appeared on his face. A crystal-clear, fiercely sharp and ferocious white tiger head pattern spread from the Nightmare Seal between his brows, which had already transformed into a vertical eye contour, covering most of his face. That white tiger pattern was no longer a dead object; it seemed to possess life, the white lines flowing slightly against the cyan-black skin tone, emitting a monstrously fierce baleful intent while carrying an ancient and noble dignity.
And his eyes were no longer vortices of crimson and pitch-black. His pupils had transformed into two cold, vertical white pupils polished from ten-thousand-year glacial ice! Within them, there was no longer pain, madness, anger, or even hatred... only an