Chapter 517: The Arrival of the True Self – Bestow Death!

"It's Wuzhen!" The people of the Death Camp were delighted before the feeling could even take root, their expressions suddenly changed, they roared, "Wuzhen, run!"

Wuzhen landed with a blast, his cold eyes sweeping over the retreating crowd of over ten thousand, and he walked straight toward the martial artists.

"Wuzhen, you shouldn't have come!" The martial artist was greatly alarmed, as all the ten thousand people here were geniuses. Not to mention Wuzhen, even if the Shen Yue himself were to appear, he couldn't save them.

Xie Tian's clone took out the storage bag of his main body and retrieved several dozen golden pills before tossing them to his severely injured comrades who had been struck by the Martial God Fist.

"Take these, Wutu, you eat nine."