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 already in a sorry state as soon as

to prove just how ruthless Waylon’s

“Senior! Senior!”

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

even bat an eye at his fallen disciple. He had no time to take care of others when he was being affected by

the talisman he drew up inside a

stomach was hurting. It became harder

looked at Harvey with

know you’re strong,

see how long

I drink this, I’ll be completely

just

quickly drank the water in

darkened and he

he

The crowd was shocked.

to be completely fine even as

lording over Harvey just now, couldn’t

his finger, letting out a drop of blood.