After getting the exact information, Mu Yu and Yang Bao understood that the situation in the world had reached an unprecedented level. Recognizing the seriousness of this threat, the Holy Lands of all countries began to join forces, but the various Chinese tribes had been broken up and had lost contact.

In this time of crisis, explorers everywhere are scattering to find treasure. Like a straw for life, they search for ancient treasures that have been forgotten, and for the mysterious power that can save their homeland. Their steps have traveled to every corner of the world, from barren deserts to cold ice fields, from deep forests to rugged valleys.

Their eyes are firm and deep, and their steps are firm and persistent. They know that this is their mission, that is their responsibility. Their decisions affect the future of the entire world, and they must give it their all.

Explorers from all over the world convey their discoveries in a variety of ways, using mysterious symbols, using ancient languages, and using modern technology. They look in dispersion, they scatter in searching. Their actions are like a huge net that covers the whole world.

In this crisis, they were like a group of navigators looking for a lighthouse in the midst of a storm, and although the road ahead was full of unknowns and dangers, they did not flinch. Their determination is like the stars that light up the night sky, small but full of power.

In this process of scattered treasure hunting, explorers from all over the world are also looking for each other. They support and encourage each other in uncharted territory. Their unity acts as a solid barrier to protect them from the outside world.

Under the leadership of Mu Yu and Yang Cake, these explorers continued to move forward with firmer determination and clearer goals. Their actions are like a fire, illuminating the path ahead and warming each other's hearts.

In front of Mu Yu and Yang Cake, in front of the originally calm cave, energy fluctuations that were visible to the naked eye suddenly surged. It was a powerful and dangerous aura, like a warning to keep them going. Apparently, someone had already entered the cave before them.

Their hearts are full of vigilance, and the strength and intentions of their opponents make them suspicious. They cautiously made their way towards the cave, as if they were crossing a minefield, and every step was fraught with risk.

When they finally saw the situation ahead, they were shocked to find that it was a Fuso army. Their faces were immediately filled with hostility, and their impression of the Fuso people had never been better. It was a big battle they will never forget, a battle that they narrowly won.

The strength of the Fusang people, their cruelty, and their ruthlessness are all deeply imprinted in the hearts of Mu Yu and Yang Cake. Now, once again, they are confronted with the Fuso people, and their hearts are full of vigilance and vigilance.

However, they did not back down, and they knew that they had to face this challenge. They have their weapons ready, they have their spiritual strength ready, they have their courage ready. They faced the Fuso people without any fear or retreat.

A squad of the Fuso Army was revealed, and their number was not large, only twenty people. This squad may seem a little thin in terms of momentum, but every member exudes a fierce aura, and it is obviously the elite of the elite.

Yang Cake, a man in a dark green military uniform, seems ordinary but hides a violent force. Like a leopard hunting, he attacked in an instant. His movements are lightning fast, and his athletic figure is impossible to capture.

At the same time, another figure also joined the battle - that was Mu Yu. Mu Yu was dressed in a black cloak, like a messenger of the night. He waved the weapon in his hand, and with each swing it brought a strong storm.

The battle broke out in an instant, and the power of black thunder and gluttony erupted from Yang Cake and Mu Yu. The power of black thunder is like the abyss of the night, devouring everything; And the power of gluttony is like an endless appetite, devouring the enemy.

In just three seconds, the battle was over. The Fuso Army's squad was powerless in the face of this thunderous force. They were instantly crushed by the power of black thunder and gluttony, and fell to the ground.

In that chilling moment, the eyes of the Fuso soldiers widened collectively as they faced an unimaginable battle. Their eyes were locked on Mu Yu and Yang Cake, as if these two people were demons from hell.

Mu Yu and Yang Cake, their bodies are like cheetahs, fast and agile, and they defeat every enemy in their way with incredible strength and speed. Each of their sorties was like a raging wind, blowing the enemy to pieces. Every movement of them was like a bolt of lightning, illuminating the darkness around them.

In just three seconds, they knocked these more than twenty Fuso soldiers to the ground with absolute superiority. Their postures, their eyes, and their movements are full of terrifying power and incomparable determination.

He stepped on the head of one of the leaders of the Fuso Army, who was covered in blood and had apparently lost the ability to resist. Mu Yu's eyes were cold, he looked down at the leader of the enemy army who had once dominated the battlefield, and asked, "How is the change in the outside world?" ”

The leader's face was pale, but he could not hide the fierceness and humiliation in his eyes. He snorted a sneer, gritted his teeth and said, "The Huaxia Army has been dispersed by the holy lands of various countries, and all the departments have been lurking separately. Do you think you can win easily? Hahaha, that's stupid! ”

Mu Yu's heart was shocked, he never expected the battle situation to be so severe.

Mu Yu stood there, his body surrounded by a powerful dark force. This power comes from his heart, and it comes from the ancient blood that flows through him. His eyes were deep and shining, as if he could see all the secrets, and swallow all the light like an abyss.

He raised his hand, palm upward, as if inviting the sky to pour endless thunder on him. Suddenly, a pitch-black lightning bolt pierced the sky, ignoring gravity and slashing directly at the commander of the Fuso army. This lightning bolt is like the sword of the Yaksha, and its power is enough to cause the mountains and rivers to collapse and the wind and clouds to change color.

Before the commander of the Fuso army could react, he was torn into countless pieces by this powerful force, and the air was filled with the smell of scorch and destruction. His body turned to ashes in front of Mu Yu and disappeared into the air, leaving only those frightened eyes flickering in the darkness.

Mu Yu's gaze turned to the next person, his eyes full of coldness and determination. It was a contempt for the enemy, a desire to fight, and a confidence in one's own strength. His gaze is like the cold wind in the night, fierce and ruthless, and it is impossible to avoid.