All around them lay a deathly silent desert.
Endless yellow sand rose and fell in rolling dunes, without even a single dead tree.
Their Survival Convoy had run out of water and food.
In a city, ruins, or woodland, they could still scavenge for supplies.
But here... there was nothing but sand.
Where could they find food?
Where could they find water?
Worse still-their fuel was running low.
Cao Xianming did not answer immediately. Instead, he slumped straight into his seat.
His fingertips slid rapidly across the data model as he frantically calculated something, his face as pale as paper.
He could not help being nervous.
A blazing sun overhead, yellow sand everywhere, no water or food-it was already a desperate situation.
Worse still, once their fuel ran out...
If they had to walk through this desert on their own two feet, everyone would be baked into a dried corpse in less than half a day.
"Old Cao! What about the fuel?" Yang Yong growled.
Cao Xianming did not even look up. "Forget the fuel for now. This place... is a deathtrap!"
Dune followed dune, and every direction looked exactly the same. Never mind finding his bearings-even if Yang Yong stared at the landscape for ten minutes, he would still become completely lost after a few steps.
Mang Dabiao went deathly pale. "We're done, we're done! There isn't even a landmark here. If we keep wasting time, we'll all end up buried in the sand!"
Cao Xianming did not keep everyone waiting long.
He abruptly stopped calculating and jabbed his finger toward a spot ahead and slightly to the left, his voice hoarse but certain. "Go this way! We can find the Oasis!"
The Oasis!
A spark of hope instantly flared in everyone's eyes.
But a second later, reality sent