---- Chapter 2873 The fog rolling straight toward him, along with the chilling wind that seeped into everything, made Andrew deeply ufortable. He had already pushed far into Wraith Graveyard. A hundred years earlier, the Western Dark ns and Eastern martial artists had shed 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 horrifyingnd where malevolent spirits lingered and restless souls refused to dissipate even after acentury.


    There were many legends about Wraith Graveyard, but only a few facts were generally epted 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 ce piled high with the dead. In short, Wraith Graveyard was considered a death zone in the Ounds, and no one entered willingly. Even the most reckless ---- adventurers avoided this ce like the gue.


    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 umted 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 wastnd 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. Spending too long in such oppressive silence could drive a person mad, but Andrew remained constantly alert and focused. As he passed a tombstone, he stopped and examined it closely. The inscription had faded significantly, though he could vaguely make out what appeared to be the deceased''s name and life story.


    However, he was not actually interested in the identity of ---- ''the tomb owner. What caught Andrew''s attention was a corner of the tombstone that had been severely damaged. Over the years, it was natural for tombstones here to deteriorate, but the damage on it looked fresh. More importantly, it appeared to have been knocked off by impact. Andrew closed his eyes briefly, and in his mind, he naturally visualized a figure rushing past this spot at high speed. Due to their unsteady footing, they had collided with the tombstone and knocked off a corner.


    Even so, the person had not stopped and had continued fleeing deeper into the graveyard, with pursuers hot on their trail. Andrew opened his eyes, a cold gleam shing through them. He could no longer afford to move slowly, so he elerated, heading deeper into the burial grounds. The fog around him grew thicker. As Andrew passed through, he left a trail of swirling mist in his wake. Suddenly, a strange gurgling sound echoed from ahead. 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. Godyer 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.