Lancelot had fallen into desperation, but trying to enter the Saint Realm in one go was still somewhat difficult for him.
And just as he desperately dreamed of breaking through.
Time continued to pass.
The Seven Demon-Hunting Elders were even getting a little excited, because six hours had already passed.
They had gone through every bit of foreplay they could think of.
Wouldn't it seem a little fake if they didn't continue?
Besides, they were genuinely having trouble holding themselves back and were planning to turn the act into reality.
But six full hours of buildup was enough to change the mindset of the famed Light Child.
His heart began to grow resolute. All he wanted was to break through.
And so.
Lancelot, who had remained at the Legendary Peak for a full eight years, finally reached a critical moment when he faced a deadly crisis in a certain area.
Light began to bloom in his eyes, his blood boiled within him, and his muscles continuously swelled.
In an instant.
The Light-Element Rule Origin emerged from the void and continuously poured into his body.
The Barriers around him shattered one after another.
A breakthrough amid adversity.
The aura of the Saint Seat surged into the heavens.
Accompanied by a series of cracking sounds.
He took a single step into the Saint Realm.
If this room had not been the Secret Hut of the Demon Hunter elders, filled with all kinds of Runes and Barriers, it would have completely collapsed by now.
Lancelot's move was practically the treatment reserved for a Qidian novel protagonist.
However.
He was still in rather poor condition. Not only were Lancelot's clothes in tatters, but his little pink dress was riddled with holes, and certain parts of his body were aching.
"You vile, unforgivable people! You