Chapter 177: The Harpy's Havoc

George let out a cold snort and formed a hand seal with his right hand. As the seal took shape, he jabbed a finger at Jessie Ryder's house; threads of pitch-black malice seeped from his fingertip. The inky vapors slithered like vipers, trying to worm their way into the Protective Array Nash Johnston had laid down. In the next breath, the array stirred to life. The runes Nash had painted flared gold, and the instant the black miasma brushed the barrier, it was swallowed whole. At the same time,...