Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 2873

The fog rolling straight toward him, along with the chilling wind that seeped into everything, made Andrew deeply uncomfortable. He had already pushed far into Wraith Graveyard.

A hundred years earlier, the Western Dark Clans and Eastern martial artists had clashed here in a massive war. Casualties on both sides had reached hundreds of thousands. In the end, both sides were crippled and forced to retreat.

What they left behind was a horrifying land where malevolent spirits lingered and restless souls refused to dissipate even after a century.

There were many legends about Wraith Graveyard, but only a few facts were generally accepted as true.

First, it was incredibly easy to get lost inside since countless tombstones stood in dense, chaotic rows along both sides of the pathways, stretching as far as the eye could see.

Second, the energy here was extremely hostile to the living, and naturally, no one wanted to venture into a place piled high with the dead.

In short, Wraith Graveyard was considered a death zone in the Outlands, and no one entered willingly. Even the most reckless adventurers avoided this place like the plague.

Finally, there was one rumor about Wraith Graveyard that people could not help but believe: evil spirits genuinely dwelled within, spirits that devoured the flesh and souls of the living.

These malevolent entities were supposedly formed from the accumulated resentment of countless dead, gathering together to consume anyone foolish enough to enter this paradise of the dead.

Andrew was skeptical about all of this.

Ordinary people who entered this barren wasteland might have only a slim chance of survival, but as for legendary things like evil spirits? Well, Andrew had not seen them himself, so he would not jump to conclusions.

His pace remained steady and unhurried. The graveyard was deathly quiet except for the faint sound of the shifting mist. Apart from that, there was no other noise whatsoever.

It sounded like something was chewing greedily, producing wet, unsettling noises.

Andrew continued forward, his right hand gripping the great sword on his back. A faint green glow appeared in the mist ahead.

Though somewhat obscured, Andrew could see it clearly. He frowned and moved forward cautiously. A roar erupted, sounding like a wild beast, and then a dark shadow lunged at him with terrifying speed.

However, Andrew's expression remained calm as stone.

Godslayer swept upward from below, striking with devastating force. With a dull thud, the attacking creature was split clean in half, letting out a final whimper as the green light in its eyes faded away.