C621 The means of being deranged

The voice that sounded like a whisper drifted out!

Crossing hundreds of meters in the air, passing through the wildly whistling cold wind, it was transmitted directly to the ears of everyone in Winged God, who were at the top of the ice mountain!

It was like a thunderclap piercing the ears!

In that moment, all the warriors of the Winged God were on their guard