Persuading Them to Leave, Secret Passage

The crisis posed by the shadow had been resolved.

But I still felt a lingering fear. It had only been a single shadow just now, yet it had split into eight. If it kept dividing—eight becoming sixteen, then thirty-two, sixty-four, or even more—I would never be able to handle them alone.

If a few more shadows like that appeared and kept splitting, we would probably have no choice but to die here.

What were we supposed to do if we encountered those things again?

Wrapped in Samadhi True Fire, I could protect myself, but what about Fatty and the others?

Besides, I did not even know how long the Samadhi True Fire could last around me. The aftereffects were obvious too: I would definitely be left weak and exhausted, needing time to recover.

But that period of time could be fatal for the three of them.

If even one shadow—one of that Dark Matter—came, they probably would not last five minutes.

"Xiaobai, are you all right?" Fatty examined me carefully from head to toe again. I shook my head, and he said, "When you passed out just now, you even stopped breathing for a while. Honestly, you scared us to death."

I had actually stopped breathing for a while? What was that about?

I looked toward the Doctor, but he waved his hand. "Don't look at me. I can't figure out what happened to you either. Anyway, you looked like you were dead. Your little face was as white as an opera performer's makeup."

Yin Wuyu handed me a bottle of water. After taking a sip, I felt completely refreshed, as though I had not drunk water in a very long time.

"Right now, we're facing two major problems. First, the Dark Matter. I can't be sure whether they'll come