However, only Spicy Flavor Fairy noticed more details.
He frowned, wondering where that white protective barrier had come from.
Not everyone observed as carefully as Spicy Flavor Fairy.
They just assumed the demons' magic had failed and sighed with relief.
The failure of the dark magic attack surprised the demons as well.
They weren't very intelligent and couldn't understand why their magic didn't work, but they realized one thing—they were going to lose.
The demons began to weaken, showing signs of defeat.
The players also noticed the demons' decline and their spirits rose.
They stopped worrying about dodging and decided to go all out against the remaining demons.
As the number of demons dwindled, Hanjun let out a loud whistle.
Snowball, who was standing on the stone wall, perked up his ears and quickly heard the whistle.
The threads seemed almost alive as they wrapped around the black object.
The threads looked magical, soft, and harmless.
Snowball, curious about the divine power, licked the threads and smacked his lips but found no taste, letting out a small whimper.
Hanjun looked at him, half-amused, "These aren't for eating."
With a swift motion of his hand, Hanjun tightened the white threads around the black object, wrapping it so tightly that it formed little rings around the once-round shape.
The black creature let out a painful "squeak" and started kicking its little feet wildly, looking nothing like it had moments ago when it was pretending to be dead.
Hanjun opened his hand to show the creature to Snowball, "See? It's not dead after all."
Realizing it couldn't play dead anymore, the black creature opened its eyes, only to be met with a flurry of licks from Snowball.
As soon as it saw Snowball's wide, toothy mouth, the creature's fur stood on end, and it desperately tried to escape.
"Squeak, squeak, squeak!"
But no matter how hard it tried, it couldn't escape from Hanjun's hand, especially since it was still wrapped in Hanjun's magical threads.