Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 2874

Andrew moved closer to examine it and found a creature that looked like a wild boar, yet was not quite a boar. Its body was as large as a tiger's, and it was filthy, with patches of corpse rot showing through the skin.

Ugly, decaying flesh was covered in coarse black bristles.

Those bristles rustled faintly, like the last few strands of dry hair on an old man.

In an instant, Andrew realized what it was.

In an instant, Andrew deduced that this must be a wild boar that had mutated from feeding on corpses for an extended period. Normal boars never grew to this size, but Wraith Graveyard was littered with dead bodies.

This boar had gorged itself for so long that it had transformed. Its organs had begun to rot and fall off, its ferocity had intensified, and it had become a mindless killer that attacked anything living on sight.

Not far from the dead boar's carcass lay a human body. The corpse was sprawled face-up and had been dead for at least two days, with all its internal organs completely devoured.

Fortunately, the face was relatively intact, and with just a glance, Andrew identified it as a foreign martial artist. The fatal wound had been a single strike that shattered the heart meridian. The victim had not died immediately but had managed to escape some distance before collapsing in the graveyard, ultimately becoming a meal for the mutated boar.

Andrew continued forward and discovered several more bodies. Without exception, they had all suffered the same fate. First, they were severely wounded by someone, then died in the graveyard, and were scavenged by the boar.

After a moment's consideration, Andrew concluded that someone else had entered Wraith Graveyard before him. In fact, there appeared to be two opposing groups that had clashed within the graveyard, with one side losing several members who ended up in this state.

As they had been feeding on the dead, all the predators here had grown incredibly violent, bloodthirsty, and hideously deformed.

Andrew's expression remained blank as he glanced at one of the wolves. The beast arched its back, bared its teeth at him, and let out a warning growl.

Andrew showed no reaction, simply staring coldly at the creature. Perhaps it was animal instinct, or perhaps it sensed that he carried a more terrifying killing intent than even the corpses; either way, the scavenger wolf whimpered, tucked its tail between its legs, and fled.

Andrew nodded with satisfaction. No wonder these wasteland beasts managed to survive. They were smart enough to recognize when they faced an overwhelming force and knew that running away was the best strategy, unlike humans, who were often blinded by arrogance and died before they knew it.

As he passed by the grave site where the wolf had been feeding, Andrew's ears picked up a faint groan.