Shi Ming couldn't understand the gibberish this alien race spoke, but he could sense fear and submission from the wise one's Spiritual Power and actions. 'Since I'm new here, having a local guide might be a good idea,' he thought. This was despite the fact that these creatures had shown blatant malice, and their bodies and appearances were a far cry from what humans would consider beautiful.
The Infestation ceased.
But Shi Ming's aura grew even more imposing. His vast Spiritual Power, as immense as a mountain and deep as an abyss, enveloped the surviving members of the Seven-Eyed Race, crushing them to the point they could barely breathe.
His Spiritual Power forcefully invaded the mind of the wise one, initiating a mental conversation.
"My lord, my name is Chahar. I am a... Commander of the Seven-Eyed Race."
Chahar was filled with terror.
