When did the humans become so mighty?

BAM!

"Damn it."

A middle-aged man in exquisite robes smashed his teacup on the ground and cursed. This man was none other than the Human Ancestor, Darren Whitter.

"Do the vampires think of everyone else as clowns? Do we humans look like a joke to them?" Darren cursed as he paced around his courtyard.

He had just received a message on his phone about the incident at CNC's Upper House from the Emperor-Rank in charge. It was no wonder he was so agitated.

The eight main races controlled the Neutral Continent in turns. Currently, it was the turn of humans. But the vampires did not care. They had barged into the CNC and killed the council members without sparing humans any face.

This was a tight slap on the face of the Human race and Darren. It was under his leadership that the Neutral Continent was being controlled but he couldn't do anything to the vampires who walked in, killed, and walked away as if they were taking a stroll in a garden.