"Cough, cough..."
With his throat locked by the corpse's hand, Li Yaotong tried desperately to struggle, but to no avail. He could only weakly flail his arms and legs as his complexion gradually turned from rosy to pale, with his eyes bulging outward.
Li Yaotong glared furiously at Le Le with his three eyes, completely unprepared for him to strike before their plan was fully successful!
"Brother Li, thank you for your help during this time, which allowed our plan to proceed very successfully. Now, please do me one last favor!"
Le Le spoke in a cold tone, as another icy, stiff, withered hand covered in corpse spots stretched out from his embrace, slowly reaching out. Its three fingers formed into a claw, aiming for the vertical pupil on Li Yaotong's forehead that was about to split.
"Clack!"
The icy claw touched Li Yaotong's brow and eye socket. The dark nails slightly indented, and a stream of fresh blood immediately flowed from Li Yaotong's forehead.
