The Cerulean Tide surged even more violently.

Andrew leaped up and climbed onto a crumbling wall. The tide flowed right beneath his feet, and wherever it passed, countless wraiths surged through like an undead army.

Even someone with Andrew's nerves could not help breaking into a cold sweat. With this many spirits, even a martial god would have to retreat.

This cursed graveyard was truly treacherous.

The main problem was that these spirits could continuously draw energy from the tide to sust