Chapter 743: The Terrifying Bloodhound

When in Rome, do as the Romans do.

Faced with the approaching tentacles, Han Dong neither grew sharp claws to tear them apart, nor used death magic to wither them.

He raised his magic staff.

Accompanied by the cawing of the living crow atop the staff head.

Out from the crow's mouth shot a dull tentacle full of spots.

When the two tentacles were intertwined, a unique deep-sea power went straight into Han Dong's brain... discerning the 'Tentacles' level.

"Hmm… It seems to be barely close to a mature deviant demon, its strength is not as high as I imagined, maybe it's just an uncommon bloodline."

However, at Han Dong's evaluation, the count within him immediately expressed his discontent, "This kind of trash, comparable to me? Please don't soil our reputation as mature deviant demons?"

Still, Han Dong remained a cut above.

Swipe...

With a pull of the staff, he forcibly plucked one of Lord Suram's tentacles.