---- Chapter 2877 The sky darkened rapidly, as if night had been dragged down all at once. Andrew lowered his head to check the watch on his wrist, and his expression turned grim when he realized that another night had arrived. Inside Wraith Graveyard, nighttime darkness was far deeper than usual. Even with Andrew''s enhanced vision, he could not see anything beyond 30 feet, which severely hampered his ns to push deeper quickly. Every moment of dy made him more anxious about Reginald''s situation. Fortunately, the monotonousndscape of graves suddenly gave way on both sides.


    A stretch of ckened ruins appeared in front of Andrew. Judging by the copsed beams and shattered walls, it appeared to be the remains of a massive structure. From the scale of the ruins, it was clear that this ce was once a grand pce. Andrew felt a surge of hope, since Reginald was very likely hiding somewhere in this area. After all, this was different from the endless graves outside because these ruins showed clear signs of past human activity. ---- Still, it was not certain.


    Kaelen was a Dark Lord, and Reginald would need a truly safe ce to stop and recover from his injuries This location clearly did not feel ideal. Gripping his greatsword, Andrew moved into the ruins without hesitation, searching for any clues Reginald might have left behind. Suddenly, a mass of blue fog rolled in and obscured his vision. The sky was already pitch ck, and now this blue fog made the path ahead even more obscure. The blue fog arrived violently, almost without warning. It moved like an invisible tide, rapidly filling the surrounding area before spreading outward.


    Andrew became alert instantly. He had not forgotten what Jeremy had said earlier that the Cerulean Tide was extremely dangerous. Just as he was concentrating on listening for any movement within the fog, a series of unreal footsteps rushed toward him at high speed. Andrew''s eyes widened when he saw them! ---- They were humanoid creatures glowing with an eerie light. They looked like human silhouettes mixed within the blue fog, brandishing weapons as they charged toward him. Andrew''s first instinct was to retreat, but he knew it was useless. Soon, glowing figures appeared all around him.


    Those things looked almost human, but their bodies were see- through; even their torsos looked ghostly and unreal. Only their heads appeared solid and clear, and every single face was twisted with hatred, malice, resentment, and rage. They were silent, yet seemed to roar with fury as they rushed at Andrew. Andrew took a deep breath and turned to flee without hesitation. Countless spirits surged forward. No, it was tens of thousands, perhaps even hundreds of thousands of them. These monsters, formed from ancient, vengeful souls, truly existed.


    He had only seen such things described in ancient Holtrien texts before, and he had never expected to encounter them in reality. Yet today, his luck had clearly run out. The worst part was that these things had no solid bodies. Even if they were cut apart, the resentment saturated in the graveyard ---- would reshape them again The moment they encountered a living being with warmth, they would swarm forward. They would drain the blood and devour the soul of the living, leaving behind nothing but a walking corpse. Andrew moved fast, but the ruins were chaotic andplex.


    Before long, he lost all sense of direction. Soon, his ears caught the sound of piercing screams. They were unmistakably human! Along with the screams came gunfire and hysterical shouting. Andrew''s expression remained calm. He immediately changed direction and avoided the source of the screams. There was no need to think about it. Those unlucky people had clearly been caught by the spirits within the Cerulean Tide. They were most likely mercenaries or wastnd adventurers chasing after Rosemary. It was even possible that some of them belonged to the Ludendorff family.