# Chapter 507: The Terror of the Banner
"Kill!"
Another low shout rang out as streaks of crimson flame shot toward Lin Feng like fiery demon serpents. Aside from a scorching heat, Lin Feng could also sense a chilling, sinister aura.
Flames surrounded him from all directions.
"Qiongqi!"
With a low shout, Qiongqi, sharing a spiritual connection with Lin Feng, instantly dodged backward. At the same time, a blazing flame burst from Lin Feng's palm, surging toward the opponent.
"Extinguish!"
The man blocked with the crimson flame in front of his chest. The flames merged, and Lin Feng's fire gradually dimmed and finally vanished, as if melted away. Meanwhile, the opponent's flames seemed to have grown even stronger.
"Evil Fire Long Dragon!"
The leader, a middle-aged man in a crimson fire robe, shouted. The group's palms trembled simultaneously, and the chains of flame in their hands all ferociously shot forward, forming a single flaming dragon that roared angrily at Lin Feng.
This flaming dragon seemed to possess life, coiling and dancing, its white pupils exuding an intense coldness.
"Roar!"
The flaming dragon let out a roar, then its head trembled and instantly descended upon Lin Feng.
"Retreat!"
Lin Feng's figure moved like the wind, retreating extremely fast. Qiongqi simply distanced itself entirely. The divine beast Qiongqi was formidable, but at its current cultivation level, it couldn't participate in such a battle. Engaging would only hinder Lin Feng.
"Such a fast flaming dragon." Lin Feng's gaze focused. The Evil Fire Sect disciples stood in a row, all with eyes tightly shut, murmuring incantations, brows furrowed as if in deep concentration.
"They're controlling the flames with their soul power."
Lin Feng's eyes sharpened. The flaming dragon stared at him with a sinister coldness, as if granted life. Those Evil Fire Sect experts must have cultivated a flame technique different from his own, refining their flames with their own souls. Now, they were all using their souls to control the flames, merging them together and jointly commanding the flaming dragon.
"Roar!"
The flaming dragon lunged again, charging at Lin Feng with blinding speed, like an afterimage, instantly reaching his side.
Lin Feng sensed the wind's movement, his form drifting like the breeze. But the flaming dragon pursued relentlessly, chasing Lin Feng without pause. In the void, only two phantoms could be seen flickering continuously, both moving at an inconceivable speed.
"What a terrifying flaming dragon. If I hadn't comprehended the rhythm of the wind, I would have been struck by now."
Lin Feng thought to himself. His powerful soul force surged outward, sensing everything in the void. He could clearly perceive the dragon's trajectory, yet he still couldn't shake it off—it was too fast.
The Evil Fire Sect leader stared at Lin Feng, his gaze following Lin Feng's figure as it flickered. This Lin Feng's speed was terrifying. No wonder he had killed the Third Envoy. Just in terms of speed alone, the Third Envoy was no match for Lin Feng.
"Since you're fusing your souls into the flames, I'll erase your soul power entirely."
Lin Feng's pupils turned icy cold. His fierce true essence surged wildly. In his hand, a lotus of flame gathered madly, tinged with a dark hue—a Nether Flame Lotus, condensing into form.
"Oh?" The middle-aged leader's gaze focused on the black lotus forming in Lin Feng's palm. There, a suppressed aura was compressing violently, ready to erupt at any moment.
The flaming dragon still pursued Lin Feng relentlessly, as if it wouldn't stop until he was obliterated. But at that moment, Lin Feng's body suddenly turned—fast, without any warning. As he pivoted, his palm also rose.
"Retract!"
The middle-aged man roared, but both the flaming dragon and Lin Feng were too fast. In the instant Lin Feng paused, the flaming dragon struck his body, only to be blocked by a dark flame lotus.
That unremarkable flame lotus in the darkness expanded dramatically, directly imprinting onto the dragon's head, enveloping it.
"Sss, sss..."
A terrifying sizzling sound rang out. The small dark lotus erupted with devastating destructive force, constantly devouring the evil fire dragon.
"Extinguish!"
Lin Feng shouted, his body retreating. The destructive black lotus howled, transforming into an enormous black hole that directly swallowed the flaming dragon. That space seemed to turn into a vacuum, filled entirely with destructive energy. No one dared approach.
The Evil Fire Sect disciples all groaned, their faces instantly turning deathly pale, blood even trickling from the corners of their mouths. Their souls had been wounded.
The flames they had merged into the evil fire dragon were indeed refined with their souls; otherwise, they couldn't have controlled the dragon fire so perfectly.
"How terrifying."
Their eyes all snapped open, staring fixedly at the black hole formed by the lotus. Even after swallowing the evil fire dragon, that raging, destructive flame still burned fiercely in the void, extremely fearsome.
Lin Feng stood proudly in the void, staring at the wounded group with cold eyes.
"You've used your soul-refined fire dragon. Now, it's time for you to try mine."
Lin Feng said coldly. With a thought, a small banner appeared in his hand.
"Rise!"
Lin Feng released his grip, and the banner floated into the void, expanding wildly, fluttering in the wind.
"A banner!"
The pupils of the Evil Fire Sect disciples contracted sharply. What Lin Feng held was an offensive treasure—a banner.
On this banner, a terrifying flame swirled endlessly. There was even a sun pattern imprinted upon it.
"This banner, I call it the Sun Banner. This is its first use."
Lin Feng said coldly. The faces of the group turned ugly. Lin Feng's strength was already terrifying, and now he possessed such a powerful Sun Banner.
"You were the ones chasing and attacking me. Now, it's my turn."
Lin Feng took a step forward, causing the Evil Fire Sect disciples to all focus. In just one step, Lin Feng was before them, like a gust of wind. The Sun Banner rolled down from the sky, sweeping toward their bodies.
"Retreat! Quickly retreat!"
The leading Evil Fire Sect middle-aged man roared. The others, with grim faces, frantically retreated backward. But two were caught by the banner. Fierce flames blazed up wildly. They let out miserable screams as they burned on the banner, being incinerated alive. At the same time, a terrifying devouring force surged from within the banner, pulling the flame power from their bodies and absorbing it into the banner.
The others stared at the banner in horror. Two phantom figures roared upon it—not their true bodies, but their souls. Those two weren't completely dead yet because they were still useful. The banner needed to extract their flame power.
The banner was indeed an evil treasure. How terrifying.
The survivors' hearts trembled violently. Banners were rare treasures with extremely powerful effects, making people wary. Few techniques for refining banners had been passed down, and those who could refine them were no ordinary people.
The most terrifying and powerful aspect of a banner was its ability to assimilate. Just like Lin Feng's Sun Banner, a type of flame banner, it could assimilate flames. If it killed someone and rolled them inside, it could extract their flame power, merging that power into the banner to make it stronger. It could even grant great benefits to the banner's user.
There were also ghost soul banners that could devour souls, merging them into the banner—evil, terrifying, and feared by many like venomous snakes or scorpions.
Lin Feng didn't think too much. After the banner rolled in two people, he took another step forward. His wind-like figure was too fast, too fast for those people to dodge. Instantly, three more were caught by the banner.
Flames blazed up fiercely. Screams echoed through the void. The flame power they had cultivated was also devoured by the Sun Banner.
"Go! All of you go! Scatter in different directions!"
The leader's eyes turned bloodshot as he roared. The dark destructive lotus had swallowed the evil fire dragon, and now this banner was equally terrifying.
That day at the Wuyashan banquet, Lin Feng had been far from using his full strength. His power was too terrifying. Those at the Fourth or Fifth Layer of the Mysterious Martial Realm who fought him were all sending themselves to their deaths, with no exceptions.
Now, he no longer wanted to kill Lin Feng. He only wanted the Evil Fire Sect disciples to escape—as many as could. That was better than all of them dying here. As long as some survived, the Evil Fire Sect still had hope.