At this moment, Luo Chen could no longer worry about accidentally hurting Qing Shuang.
In an instant, Luo Chen, Qing Shuang, and that golden hand were all enveloped in the Nirvana Sacred Fire.
This was Luo Chen's last trump card for now.
The Withering and Flourishing Divine Fire protected him all the way from the Netherworld Sea, though it had barely any strength left. Even after absorbing the flesh of the Silver Refining Roc, it could only help him hold out under the Arhat Formation for a brief moment.
The relatively weaker Nirvana Sacred Fire had become the last resort he could rely on now.
Qing Shuang, upon seeing the Nirvana Sacred Fire, showed a momentary loss of composure amidst her serious expression.
Luo Chen didn't notice; he still felt it was insufficient and spit a mouthful of blood essence onto the Nirvana Sacred Fire.
The flames suddenly blazed intensely!
And that terrifying Buddha Power also rapidly diminished under the burning of this sacred fire.
