Chapter 809: Saint Luke Janell

"Saint, Luke Janell!"

If there were outsiders here, they would certainly find that at this moment, White Mitchell's face was as pale as paper, devoid of any trace of blood.

However, this was the pain that must be endured before the breakthrough.

It was precisely because of his current extraordinariness that it further underscored how important this breakthrough was to him.

He must not give up!

He absolutely can't give up!

White Mitchell bit his tongue fiercely, and the intense pain rejuvenated his spirit with a bit of clarity.

Following that, White Mitchell moved directly into the life of the next Saint.

In the Immortal Sword Mountains, towering peaks stood up. White Mitchell, dressed in a snow-like white robe, was standing by the railing, looking in the distance. She was a descendant of the Sword Immortal Mitchell Family, had learned family swordsmanship from young, but always pursued the way of immortals, cherishing aspiration of being a fairy knight.