A tentacle had just reached over and had yet to touch the Daoist's body.
Hum.
A bracelet-sized ring flew from Yang Yong's wrist.
The blood-colored patterns covering it lit up as it spun through the air and slipped precisely around that tentacle.
The White Bone Ring.
Its inner surface was lined with fine teeth, like the jaws of some animal.
"What the hell is this thing?" The tentacled monster violently whipped its tentacle, trying to fling the ring off.
The White Bone Ring clung to the tentacle's surface as though it had grown there.
It would not come off.
It tried prying it loose with another tentacle, but could not budge it.
The ring remained utterly motionless, biting firmly into that section of tentacle.
The tentacled monster hesitated.
Should it sacrifice the tentacle to save itself?
Hum...
A sense of extreme danger exploded from deep within its body.
A powerful suction emanated from the White Bone Ring.
The tentacled monster shuddered all over as though it had been electrocuted.
All its strength was being drawn out through every tentacle.
It wanted to sever the tentacle.
But it was too late.
That suction dragged its body toward the White Bone Ring.
It desperately clawed at the ground and stone walls with its other tentacles.
Moss was scraped from the stone walls in sheets, sending fragments flying.
Shreds of moss swirled through the air with bits of stone and dust, carrying a damp, earthy smell.
But none of it helped.
"Aaah...!"
A piercing scream erupted from the tentacled monster's body.
The sound was shrill and drawn out, like hundreds of people screaming at once.
It echoed off the stone walls a few times, then abruptly cut off.
The first Nine Nether Yuanchen White Bone Ring spun and returned to Yang Yong's wrist.