It was dark inside the cave, with a gentle breeze carrying the fresh earthy smell unique to the mountains and forests. Mu Yu stumbled into the cave, and in the faint light, he saw the figure of a young man. It was a handsome young man, wearing animal skins and holding a piece of firewood. His eyes were shining with clear light in the dimness.
When the young man saw Mu Yu, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes. He was so frightened that the firewood in his hand fell down and hit the hard ground with a muffled sound. His fear was not without reason, because Mu Yu's appearance was extremely terrifying to any unexperienced young man.
However, Mu Yu no longer had the strength to explain. He only felt fatigue and pain pressing down on him like two mountains. He slowly sat down and leaned against the cave wall, panting. His face was as pale as snow, his eyes were deeply sunken, and he looked extremely weak and tired.
The young man was obviously frightened. He stared at Mu Yu blankly with his eyes wide open. However, he did not run away, but took a step forward hesitantly. He picked up the firewood on the ground, approached the bonfire, and started to light it.
The fire swayed and danced in the darkness, illuminating the cave. Under the light of the fire, Mu Yu's wounds looked even more ferocious. The young man looked at Mu Yu's wounds, a trace of doubt and confusion flashed in his eyes.
He slowly approached Mu Yu and reached out his hand hesitantly. His fingers just touched Mu Yu's clothes, but he jerked back as if he had been burned. He looked at his fingers, and then at Mu Yu's face, his eyes filled with horror and confusion.
It was obviously the first time for this young man to see such a wound, and it was also the first time that he knew that the human body could withstand such pain. He stood there, staring blankly at Mu Yu, at a loss.
On the battlefield of the gods, every participant is an elite who has gone through many hardships, and among them, the young man is also a role that cannot be underestimated. Although he was startled by Mu Yu's sudden appearance and had a look of bewilderment on his face, his reaction speed was extremely fast.
The moment Mu Yu appeared, the young man with lightning speed retracted his arm that was about to attack and hid it behind his back. There was a deep light in his eyes, as if he was thinking of countermeasures quickly. He adjusted his steps slightly and tilted his body in the direction of Mu Yu, as if he was ready to attack at any time.
The young man already knew in his heart that on this battlefield of gods, no one was a simple opponent. His seemingly panicked look is actually just part of his superb acting skills. He wanted to make Mu Yu take it lightly, and then he would take action instantly and kill with one blow.
His mind was like stars twinkling, making plans quickly. He needed to make Mu Yu believe that he was panicking, and then find the right moment to launch a fatal blow. This is his strategy and his determination. He has long understood that on this battlefield of the gods, only the cunningest and bravest can survive.
The young man looked at Mu Yu and sneered secretly in his heart. He seemed to have seen the dawn of victory and the moment when Mu Yu fell at his feet. He knew that all he needed to do was wait for the best time.
He is good at using weaknesses to create opportunities. He pretended to be a vulnerable group and used this as a cover to plan a sneak attack when Mu Yu was least prepared. He imagined that he would take action at the moment of Mu Yu's negligence, and then succeed in one fell swoop.
However, Mu Yu did not give him this chance. While he was still carefully planning, Mu Yu had already made a move. His hands quickly moved across the ground, and then an invisible force surged out from the ground, instantly wrapping the young man in a huge dirt bag. Only the boy's head was exposed, like a missile waiting to be launched.
The young man looked at his body wrapped in dirt in shock. He could not believe that his plan was discovered by Mu Yu so easily. He wanted to struggle, but the dirt bag restrained him tightly, preventing him from moving.
Mu Yu stared at the young man trapped in the sand cage, his eyes shining with determination. He no longer paid attention to the young man, but took a deep breath and began to regulate his own internal power in preparation for healing.
His palms were slightly open, and tiny grains of sand floated out from his fingertips, like a slight frost in autumn or dewdrops in the morning. These sand grains swirled in the air, gradually forming a small sand vortex, surrounding Mu Yu.
His breath began to become deep and powerful, and every breath was like a wave hitting the beach, causing ripples. His internal energy traveled within his body, like a spring stream, gurgling and soothing his injured body.
The young man trapped in the sand cage looked at Mu Yu's actions with a look of fear and helplessness in his eyes. But he could only watch helplessly, unable to make any resistance. His body was trapped in the sand and unable to move, leaving him at the mercy of fate.
Mu Yu closed his eyes and was completely immersed in his own world. His internal energy traveled within his body, repairing his injured body. With every breath, a trace of sand floated out of his body, like a dandelion blown by the wind, carrying the seeds of hope.
Time seemed to stand still at this moment. The sun glides quietly across the sky, and the clouds flutter gently in the wind. In this quiet grassland, only Mu Yu and the boy trapped in the sand cage existed. They are like forgotten corners, silent and lonely.
Mu Yu's breathing gradually became steady and deep, and his face began to return to its normal rosy color. He seemed to have completely forgotten that there was a trapped young man beside him, and just focused on repairing his own internal power.
The young man trapped in the sand cage could only watch all this happen silently.
Mu Yu sat quietly in the center, and everything around him became quiet, as if the world was waiting for his move. He holds a bright unicorn bead in his hand, which is a symbol of the unicorn power in his body. His face was pale and his body was trembling slightly, obviously suffering from great pain.
Mu Yu took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and began to mobilize his Qilin power. He could feel the endless power hidden under the earth. That power was quietly surging like the breath of ten thousand sounds. He seemed to be diving in an endless ocean, gradually going deeper and deeper until he touched the source of that power.
He put all his strength into directing that power toward himself and began to repair his injured body. He could feel that his vitality was gradually recovering. It was like a dead tree blooming with spring, and life was revitalized. The power of the earth flowed through his body, dispelling his pain like a warm current.
His body gradually recovered under the nourishment of Qilin's power, and his face became rosy. He opened his eyes, and there was a bright light in his eyes, which was the light of hope that rekindled life. He felt his own strength, which was a gift from the endless power of the earth.
