"Saint, Jayce!"
White Mitchell's eyes widened slightly, divine light circulating within pupils, and the aura of his whole person was gradually becoming strong.
Is he about to breakthrough?
A slight joy filled White Mitchell, who had experienced so much in his life as a Saint and was finally waiting for the opportunity to breakthrough.
Furthermore, White Mitchell had a feeling that this breakthrough was unlike a normal breakthrough.
Today, he has so many techniques at his disposal.
Once he broke through, both his realm and power would likely experience a quantum leap.
However, although the chance for a breakthrough had arrived, he still needed to make the final push.
At this point, White Mitchell hesitated no more and quickly dove into the life experience of the next Saint.
Countless years had passed in the world, the past was hard to distinguish, it came hurriedly and left without a trace.