A cold silence took hold of the battlefield. The cocoon continued to thump like a beating heart, shooting sharp thorns continuously. It was deadly as ever, but it reminded Gi-Gyu of a scared, cornered animal making its last attempt to survive.

The players backed away in fear. The cocoon’s thorn attack was scary, but their instincts told them that things would get much worse.

The dark magic from the cocoon grew increasingly dense, becoming suffocating even.

“I-I can’t breathe!” one of the Blue Dragon Guild members lost consciousness with his mouth foaming.

“Get him out of here!” Choi Chang-Yong ordered in a strained voice. The other guild members tried to move the unconscious player to safety, but it wasn’t an easy task. They couldn’t move their legs as freely as before since it felt like their feet were trying to take root in the ground. Every human on the battlefield was experiencing the same thing, and only the non-humans could move a little. Consequently, the players were all left staring at one place.

Choi Chang-Yong stammered, “H-he’s human, isn’t he?”

The others nodded hesitantly, but everyone wondered. On the entire battlefield, only one man seemed...