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 Gravey