This Holy Spirit's innate Spirit Flame differs from the ferocity of the Nine Heavens True Flame but carries an inherent suppressive power. The moment the flame descended, it completely burned away the remaining True Spirit Yin Water on the Seven-Colored Luan Bird, firmly locking its Divine Soul and physical body, rendering it utterly immobile.
The Seven-Colored Luan Bird couldn't even let out a scream, only able to tremble within the golden Spirit Flame, its feathers being gently yet domineeringly roasted by the flame, gradually losing their luster. Its overall aura was forcibly suppressed to the lowest point, it had been completely subdued.
"Luan!" The Saintess of Cangyue looked on, her eyes filled with rage, her heart feeling as if it was being tightly gripped by an invisible hand.
She could clearly sense the aura of the Seven-Colored Luan Bird rapidly waning, completely imprisoned by a domineering power, unable even to transmit a plea for help to her.
