When Zhao Rong used his last Small Umbrella, his Waterfall ability also ran out. At the same time, the opposing Underground Salamander, which had been relentlessly spitting fire, finally exhausted itself to death.

Seeing the creature slump to the ground, exhale its last breath, and close its eyes, Zhao Rong couldn’t help but sigh. "As the saying goes, ’There are no barren fields, only exhausted oxen.’ It seems to be true. This Underground Salamander finally brought about its own demise by spitting too much fire."

With that, Zhao Rong led his group—his assistant, the three beautiful women, and their captive middle-aged man—past the salamander’s corpse. They rounded the final bend and saw a light in the distance. When the others saw the glimmer of light ahead, they immediately cheered.

The assistant said excitedly, "It looks like we’ve made it through the endless darkness and finally reached the light of dawn! Everyone, row faster! We’re about to get out of this Underground Dark River!"

Miss Lili gazed toward the end of the subterranean river and said confidently, "Earlier, when we caught that dwarf, he said the masterminds, Hong Ju and Zhou Xiaoer, are hiding in a blacklight dance hall called the Phoenix Dance Hall. As long as we get through this Underground Dark River, we should be able to reach it. It looks like we’re about to capture those villains!"

Yu Lan, however, questioned the middle-aged man beside her. "I don’t get it. We’re traveling along an underground river. How can the end of it lead to a dance hall called Phoenix? That doesn’t make any sense."

Curious about what a blacklight dance hall was, Xuelian asked the middle-aged man, "So, in this dance hall, are there lots of people dancing, and then they all... get together?"

The middle-aged man explained to Zhao Rong’s group, "You don’t understand. The terrain of Murder Island slopes from high to low. We had to enter this Underground Dark River to get from the plateau down into the canyon. Our bosses, Hong Ju and Zhou Xiaoer, are in the Phoenix Dance Hall, which is located right in the middle of that canyon."

Saying this, the middle-aged man led them through the last of the Underground Dark River and out into a canyon. Upon arriving, they looked up at the bright sun, breathed in the fresh air, and reveled in the sudden openness of their surroundings.

"What a thorny path it’s been," one of them said reflectively. "We’re finally about to reach the Phoenix Dance Hall where those villains Hong Ju and Zhou Xiaoer are hiding. I truly hope we can catch them and bring them to justice."

But just as they were savoring the moment, the middle-aged man suddenly pointed to six camels in the distance. "Quick! Let’s ride those six desert camels to the Phoenix Dance Hall!"

When Zhao Rong and the others saw the six camels, they were completely stunned. These were very different from ordinary camels. Normal camels are either dromedaries with one hump or bactrians with two. But the camels nearby were bizarre; there were Three-Hump, Four-Hump, and even Five-Hump Camels. As they approached, they examined the creatures with amazement.

Zhao Rong reached out and touched the humps on a nearby camel, laughing. "I never thought that besides the standard Single-Hump and Two-Hump Camels, this world would have a Four-Hump Camel. I can’t even imagine how much energy a camel with this many humps can store."

This camel could probably eat its fill once and be set for two months, Zhao Rong thought. After all, it has four humps.

However, to his surprise, the middle-aged man told him, "Brother Zhao, you don’t know the half of it. A Four-Hump Camel like this one only needs to eat its fill once to go four years without food or water."

When Zhao Rong heard that a camel could survive for four years after just one meal, he was so shocked he nearly fell over. He swallowed hard, patting the four humps on the camel’s back. "So a camel with four humps can eat once and last for four years... If a camel had six humps, does that mean it could eat one full meal and last for six years?"

The middle-aged man nodded and gave Zhao Rong a thumbs-up. "Brother, you’re brilliant! You guessed it. That one over there, the one with six humps, really can last six years on a single meal."

When the assistant heard that the Six-Hump Camel could last six years on a single meal, he immediately rushed over, jumped onto its back, and grinned.

Since its humps can store so much energy, this one must be incredibly strong and fast. If a sandstorm hits, I’ll definitely be the first one to get away!

After the assistant claimed the Six-Hump Camel, the three women and Zhao Rong chose from the remaining animals. The middle-aged man, however, only picked a Single-Hump Camel.

Once everyone was mounted, they headed toward a small town at the bottom of the canyon. They had only taken a few steps when a fierce wind suddenly kicked up from behind, followed by a surging sandstorm.

Seeing the storm approaching, the middle-aged man urgently warned them, "Look out, a sandstorm! Any sandstorm in this canyon is what they call a ’Death Sandstorm.’ If you get caught in it, you’ll either suffocate or be buried alive! Everyone, ride for your lives! Don’t fall behind, and whatever you do, don’t get swept into that storm, or you’re dead for sure!"

Hearing this, the assistant immediately pulled a whip from his pocket, cracked it over his camel, and said proudly to the three women, "Ladies, even though you’re riding a Three-Hump, a Four-Hump, and a Five-Hump Camel, none of them, no matter how strong, can compare to my Six-Hump Camel! Watch this! That sandstorm may be big, but the camel I chose is guaranteed to be the fastest. I’ll definitely be the first one to escape!"

He let out a loud laugh, then glanced at Zhao Rong’s Two-Hump Camel and the middle-aged man’s Single-Hump Camel and began to ridicule them. "Brother Zhao, you might act all tough usually, but you always choke when it really counts. Since you knew these desert camels had so many different humps, why didn’t you pick one with more? A camel like that would obviously eat more, have better stamina, run faster, and be stronger! But no, you just had to pick a Two-Hump Camel. I bet yours is the slowest of all. You’re going to be swallowed by the sandstorm for sure!

"And as for that middle-aged man, he must have water for brains to pick a Single-Hump Camel! I bet he’ll be the first to fall behind and get buried alive!"

As he spoke, the assistant burst into wild, arrogant laughter.