In the sky, the Golden Winged Giant sneered:
"Like a mantis trying to stop a carriage, you're only setting yourself up to be crushed into pieces!"
The death of the Sacred Golden Feather must be repaid with human blood and flesh, compiling the same scenery until they feel the same fear.
The powerhouses among the Golden Winged Race looked indifferently, ceaselessly pursuing and fighting, their bodies bursting with golden light, preparing to ruthlessly crush their opponents.
At this moment, an anomaly occurred.
Above the Heavenly Dome, a mysterious and chaotic melody sounded, and just by hearing it for a moment, their Spiritual Power became confused, their thinking slowed down, and they became oblivious, turning into a group of fools standing in place.
The Golden Winged People even sprang out from their Transform Light state, as if they had become real birds, hopping awkwardly on the ground.
"This is... the Seat of the Fool!"