The cave is pitch black, breezy and has a fresh earthy smell unique to the mountains and forests. Mu Yu stumbled into the cave, and by the faint light, he saw the figure of a young man. It was a handsome young man, dressed in an animal skin, holding a piece of firewood, and his eyes gleaming with clarity 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 and hit the hard ground with a muffled sound. His frightening was not unreasonable, because Mu Yu's appearance was extremely terrifying for any untrained teenager.

However, Mu Yu no longer had the strength to explain. He only felt tiredness and pain weighing down on him like two mountains. He sat down slowly, leaning against the cave wall, gasping for breath. 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, his eyes widened, and he looked at Mu Yu in a daze. However, instead of running away, he took a step forward with some hesitation. He picked up the firewood from the ground, approached the campfire, and began to light it.

The light of the fire flickered and danced in the darkness, illuminating the cave. Under the reflection of the firelight, Mu Yu's wound looked even more hideous. The young man looked at Mu Yu's wound, and a trace of doubt and incomprehension flashed in his eyes.

He slowly approached Mu Yu and hesitantly stretched out his hand. His fingers had just touched Mu Yu's shirt, but they retracted violently as if they had been burned. He looked at his fingers, and then at Mu Yu's face, his eyes full of horror and puzzlement.

This was obviously the first time the boy had seen such a wound, and it was also the first time he knew that the original human body could bear such pain. He stood there, looking at Mu Yu in a daze, at a loss.

On the battlefield of the gods, every participant is an elite who has been tempered thousands of times, and among them, the teenager is also a role that should not be underestimated. Although he was taken aback by Mu Yu's sudden appearance, and a look of bewilderment appeared on his face, his reaction speed was extremely fast.

At the moment when Mu Yu appeared, the young man instantly retracted the arm that was originally about to launch an attack and hid it behind him. There was a deep glint in his eyes, as if he was quickly thinking about a countermeasure. His pace adjusted slightly, and his body leaned in the direction of Mu Yu, as if he was ready to attack at any moment.

The young man already knew in his heart that in this battlefield of the gods, no one was a simple opponent. His seemingly flustered look is actually only part of his superb acting skills. He wanted to make Mu Yu take it lightly, and then he would strike in an instant, killing with one blow.

His mind was like a starry star, and he made plans quickly. He needs to convince Mu Yu of his panic, and then find the right moment to deliver the fatal blow. It's his strategy, and it's his determination. He had long understood that in this battlefield of the gods, only the most cunning and brave would survive.

The young man looked at Mu Yu and sneered secretly in his heart. He seemed to have seen the dawn of victory, the moment when Mu Yu fell at his feet. He knew that all he needed to do was wait for the perfect moment.

He is adept at exploiting weaknesses to create opportunities. He pretended to be a vulnerable group and used this as a cover, planning to carry out a sneak attack when Mu Yu was most unprepared. He imagined that he would make a move at the moment when Mu Yu was negligent, and then succeed in one fell swoop.

However, Mu Yu did not give him this opportunity. While he was still carefully planning, Mu Yu had already moved. His hands quickly swiped across the ground, and then an invisible force poured out of the ground, instantly enveloping the boy in a huge dirt bag. Only the boy's head was exposed, like a missile ready to be fired.

The young man looked at his body wrapped in dirt in shock, he couldn't believe that his plan had been so easily seen through by Mu Yu. He tried to struggle, but the dirt bag held him tightly, making him unable to move.

Mu Yu stared at the young man trapped in the sand cage, his eyes flashing with determination. He no longer paid attention to the young man, but took a deep breath and began to breathe his internal strength, preparing to heal.

His palms were slightly open, and tiny grains of sand floated out of his fingertips, like autumn frost and early morning dewdrops. These grains of sand swirled in the air, gradually forming a small swirl of sand that surrounded the herd rain.

His breath began to grow deep and powerful, and each breath felt like waves crashing against the sand, bringing ripples. His internal force swam in his body, like a spring stream, gurgling and soothing his injured body.

The young man trapped in the sand cage watched Mu Yu's actions, and his eyes showed a look of horror and helplessness. But he could only watch, unable to make any resistance. His body was trapped in the sand, unable to move, and could only be at the mercy of fate.

Mu Yu closed his eyes and was completely immersed in his own world. His internal forces roamed through 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. And 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 ruddyness. He seemed to have completely forgotten that there was a trapped teenager beside him, and was just focusing on his own internal force repair.

The teenager trapped in the sand cage could only watch all this happen silently.

Mu Yu sat quietly in the center, everything around him was quiet, as if the world was waiting for his move. In his hand he held a bright unicorn bead, which was a symbol of the power of the unicorn in his body. His face was pale, his body trembling slightly, and it was evident that he was suffering greatly.

Mu Yu took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and began to mobilize his Qilin power. He could feel the unending power hidden beneath the earth, and that power was surging quietly like the breath of a thousand rays. It was as if he was diving in an endless ocean, gradually deepening until he reached the source of that power.

With all his might, he channeled that power toward himself and began to repair his wounded body. He could feel his vitality gradually recovering, and that feeling was like dead wood in spring, and life was rejuvenated. The power of the earth flowed through him, dispelling his pain like a warm current.

His body gradually recovered under the nourishment of the power of the unicorn, and his face became ruddy. He opened his eyes, and there was a bright light in them, the light of hope that had rekindled life. He felt his own power, the gift of the earth's unending power.