This time, there were no forks. The West Gate glowed, waiting silently ahead.
Lu Mi charged straight toward it, slammed the door open, and passed through the pure-white Passageway.
The muddy footprints trailing out of the door vanished one by one behind him.
The Hall was empty. He seemed to be the first one out.
Apparently, his door had not been the only dangerous one this time.
Lu Mi dragged his weak, aching legs over to the wall and leaned against it, panting.
Although the Candle's flame was motionless, the short stub remaining showed that it could not last through many more burns.
When that happened, they would have no quick way to tell when time began moving again, while the vortices on the monster's body were swallowing people faster and faster...
Their situation would only grow more dangerous.
Once his muscles felt a little better, Lu Mi sat down against the wall to rest.
Then he turned his gaze toward the South Gate, where the monster appeared.
He had no idea where Roman had gone, either.
After a short wait, the East Gate burst open. Cheng Cheng rushed out, cheering, "Hey, baby Lu Mi! You got out so fast!"
Shi Caiwen and Yao Zhiye followed behind him, far less energetic. They were drenched in sweat and looked as though they had spent a month at the Special Forces Training Camp.
Soon, Zhong Zixian and Zhang Xuerong emerged from the North Gate. The players with them looked relaxed as well-it was clear that the school beyond that door had been safe again.
But Chen Mao still had not appeared. He had probably died in that corridor.
Perhaps he had failed to outrun Wu De, accidentally stepped into a vortex, or... believed Wu De's bullshit and willingly handed over his key.