What could Li Lanhao possibly do? His brain was practically short-circuiting and blacking out. Under the circumstances, the only remedy he could think of, aside from letting the fierce beast touch him back, simply did not exist!
Damn it, if Li Lanhao were a woman, he probably would have lost control of his bowels from sheer terror! His inner breakdown defied all description.
The towering rage of the Blood Demon Empress was comparable to having his bottom slapped twice—perhaps even worse! After all, for the Tiger Demon Clan, touching—oh no, slapping the bottom was the ultimate humiliation.
Chapter 97