Chapter 1823: Breath Of Death

When the three hundred or so men heard this, they fell silent. Maybe they felt a little lost for their unknown future, or maybe it was because ever since they had been captured to this place and were fed poison, they were no longer in control of their lives. 

At this moment, if they didn't want to die, the only thing they could do was to fight hard to live. Even if they were Shadow Disciples and had to live under disreputable identities. 

"How big is this forest? How long does it normally take to walk through the whole forest? Will we have any medicines or weapons to defend ourselves with? Is there a map? When we arrive at the other end of the forest, will there be someone there to coordinate with us?"

Within the crowd, a man in his mid-thirties asked those few questions in a calm voice and pointed out the most critical point. This attracted the attention of the few devilry cultivators, and even Feng Jiu glanced over at him.