Long Mei

Zian Yi stood above the bed, his power contained so as not to terrify the humans. No one dared to move from their places; even breathing became a risk. These people did not care what he wanted; they simply had a feeling that he was not a good person. He looked somewhat human, but his human features were greatly dwarfed by the inhuman in him. They instinctively knew not to do anything that could bring down his wrath.

This was how the human race had survived for millions of years. They understood when the situation was truly beyond impossible and behaved accordingly. Right now, running and fighting back were the most foolish things anyone could do, and these humans understood this.