Chapitre 631: Netherclaw's Adventure in the Mythical Sanctuary

Forty five minutes had passed and the Grand Tournament had finally entered the final phase; various intense battles that were happening in the Mythical Sanctuary had now started to subside. 

As less and less Champions survive from the battles, the ones left were all, except for the ones who were avoid combats, but formidable Champions!

From now onwards, every single enemy that they encountered in the Sanctuary would be able to eliminate them from the contest. Even then Veteran Champions wouldn't dare to act hastily.

And yet!

Gallop… gallop… gallop…

The galloping sounds of steeds, almost like they were the sounds of death itself, were heard from all directions in the Mythical Sanctuary.

These were the Fallen Angels' Dark Flame Steeds. No one else dared to ride on horses and openly move around like this.