Under the pitch-black canopy of night.
The Crowned Griffon let out a series of urgent screeches, its massive black wings beating continuously, tearing through the sky.
Astride its enormous back, Isadella held the Sacred Sword, golden radiance spilling from it and blessing the Emperor Rank Crowned Griffon's form, propelling it to speeds far beyond its norm.
Transforming into a golden meteor, it sped towards the Valley of the End, a hundred miles away.
Ten minutes, only ten minutes left.
She raised her eyes towards the direction of the Valley of the End.
She herself was not specialized in perception and reconnaissance, so she couldn't conjure a concrete image like Tristan.
However, as a Legendary, Isadella's spiritual power was more than enough to sense the general situation from a hundred miles away.
Just now, she distinctly sensed that the aura of a battle between Legendaries had erupted at the Valley of the End.
