Lin Yuan knew that although his physical fitness far surpassed that of ordinary people, he still could not withstand the enormous pressure brought by wet quicksand.
To escape successfully, he had to rely on natural conditions to seize even a sliver of survival.
All his hopes rested on the basalt layer nine meters away.
Lin Yuan clearly remembered that when Meng Tao and he had conducted the terrain survey, they had detected that beneath the iron cage was not merely quicksand.
In fact, the underground beneath a desert was rarely composed entirely of sand.
Thirty degrees east of the iron cage, there was a two-meter-thick basalt layer extending from the east.
As long as he could reach the top of that layer, he would have a point from which he could push off with his legs.
Otherwise, trapped within the wet quicksand, no matter how strong he was, he would find it difficult to use that strength.
Lin Yuan waited silently. Besides that basalt layer, he also needed an opportunity.
That was another eruption from the geothermal well.
It could be said that, for him, the greatest danger came from the high temperatures and vapor brought by the geothermal well, yet his chance of escape also lay in the geothermal well.
Whenever the geothermal well accumulated enough energy and erupted upward with a column of steam, it would not only bring massive amounts of vapor and heat, but also form an upward airflow channel and violently churn the quicksand.
Driven by that immense force, the quicksand layer would flow rapidly, its viscosity greatly reduced for a short period. That would give Lin Yuan an exceedingly precious window to move.
At that moment, he was silently waiting for the geothermal well's next eruption.
Soon. Very soon.
Just wait a little longer.