Harvey York’s Rise to Power

“Let me tell you something, Harvey! Even if you go easy on me, I won’t do the same for you!”

“Your tricks won’t work on me!”

Waylon waved his hand and walked to the table, ready to make a talisman for his curse removal.

“Is that so? I’d like to see if your curse would work first, or if my fake kindness will get to you before that.”

The evil energy had surrounded Harvey completely, but he didn’t seem affected by it at all.

“Did you go easy on this b*stard, Master?”

the middle-aged man asked, puzzled.

“Even if he isn’t dead, he should be suffering by now!”

“How is he still standing?”

The man glanced at Waylon’s voodoo doll, then approached it.

As soon as he touched the doll, he immediately fell to the ground and shivered.

White foam leaked out of his mouth, and he wailed in immense pain.

was frightening. The middle-aged man was clearly experienced, but he was

enough to prove just how

“Senior! Senior!”

towards him. They melted their personal talismans and fed it all to him; only then did

fallen disciple. He had no time to take care of others when he

talisman he drew up inside

his stomach was hurting. It became harder for him to breathe

at Harvey with a

know you’re strong,

we’ll see how long

drink this, I’ll be completely

just

quickly drank the water

and he vomited a

if he was about

The crowd was shocked.

expected Harvey to be completely fine even

Harvey just now, couldn’t even

blood. Everyone