Yellow sand filled the sky beneath a scorching sun.
Accompanied by waves of sounds like ringing camel bells, an enormous caravan slowly stopped before the Black Mountain Yao Market.
The caravan was immense, consisting of nearly a thousand giant beasts. Each stood thirty to forty meters tall, and the auras they emitted were dangerous and unfathomable, comparable to fifth- or sixth-level yao.
Yet at this moment, they were exceptionally docile. All carried heavy loads of supplies, leaving enormous footprints in the ground with every step.
These were Camel Beasts.
Though enormous and possessed of violent demon auras, they were gentle by nature and fed on grasses, forming the main contingent of the caravan.
Su Changsheng had seen a few Camel Beasts in the Black Mountain Demon Stockade before, but the leaders of large yao groups had all treasured them. How could that compare to the present sight, where they practically formed an enormous caravan?
"What extravagance!"
"Fallen Dragon Ridge is even stronger than I imagined."
Su Changsheng drew a deep breath, secretly alarmed.
Among the supplies on the Camel Beasts, he could see all sorts of pelts and materials, as well as precious spirit plants and minerals. There was even no shortage of demon art crafts, cultivation methods, runes, wondrous pills, and more.
Beyond those, there were actually many collared Yao Slaves. Black iron chains tethered them to the giant beasts. Though their expressions were downcast, every one of them was exceptionally good-looking.
While he was observing the caravan.
At the same time.
"My lord, we have arrived!"
A yao of an unknown race, roughly at the seventh or eighth level, stood beside the largest Camel Beast and spoke softly.
This Camel Beast was pure white, fully more than three times the size of an ordinary one. Standing nearly a