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Then Yang Yi took out a box of blood-stained Japanese rations and held it out to Wugensheng.

Wugensheng quickly regained his composure, as if his earlier loss of composure was just an illusion.

He calmly stepped forward and cupped his hands in greeting to Yang Yi. “Sir, you flatter me. I am Wugensheng. It is truly an honor to witness the divine power of the seniors of the Magnetic Field Sect today. I admire them greatly, I am utterly impressed.”

He openly admitted his identity without any attempt to conceal it.

"In particular, your sect's earth-shattering magnetic field martial arts are simply unheard of and unseen, truly captivating. I wonder if I have the honor of learning a thing or two from Sect Master Yang."

His words were quite straightforward, directly stating his purpose.

Yang Yi laughed. "Want to learn? Sure, I'm the easiest person to talk to." He changed the subject, his smile carrying a hint of mockery.

"However, not just anyone can learn my magnetic field martial arts."

He didn't speak again, but instead, through magnetic resonance, he clearly transmitted the two choices to Wugensheng's mind. The voice was devoid of any emotion, yet every word pierced the heart.

Option 1: You, Wugensheng, will personally take action and 'optimize' every single one of those scum in your Quanxing sect who are corrupt, have committed heinous acts, and deserve to be punished by everyone.

If you can clean up the portal, I will pass on the core technique of this magnetic field rotation to you.

Option Two: Take your remaining Quanxing demons and fight the Japanese devils to the death. Target their most heavily defended and heavily armed strongholds.

Consider it as accumulating some good karma for your Quanxing organization, using the blood of the Japanese devils to slightly whiten your purplish-black 'corporate culture'.

When all those heinous criminals of your Quanxing sect have died on the road of 'sacrificing themselves for the country,' you, Wugensheng, will naturally get what you want.

This condition was undeniably ruthless; it essentially handed a knife to Wugensheng, leaving him to choose between cutting off his own flesh or severing his wrist.

The smile on Wugensheng's face vanished completely, and he stood there, motionless.

Although the Quanxing members behind him couldn't hear Yang Yi's telepathic message, they knew from their sect leader's unprecedentedly solemn expression that things were definitely not simple, and none of them dared to breathe loudly.

Time ticked by, and the atmosphere became so oppressive it was almost suffocating.

Finally, Wugensheng slowly raised his hand and extended two fingers.

Without hesitation or doubt, he chose the second path.

Some of the Quanxing people were indeed as the person in front of them said, deeply sinful, so this can be considered as leaving them a good ending.

After making his choice, he seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, yet also as if he had shouldered an even heavier burden. He turned around, preparing to leave with the Quanxing members.

However, after taking only a few steps, Wugensheng abruptly stopped, his face showing disbelief, which then turned into a complex and incomprehensible understanding.

Yang Yi's voice echoed in his mind again.

"Alright, now that you've chosen this path, stop dawdling like a woman. Take this and get to work, don't delay my upcoming 'big clean-up'."

A vast and refined stream of information instantly flooded into Wugensheng's sea of ​​consciousness, containing the basic theory of magnetic field rotation and core cultivation methods.

Wugensheng closed his eyes, digesting this unexpected "gift".

A moment later, he opened his eyes, and there was a light in them that he had never seen before.

He gave Yang Yi a deep look, without thanking him or saying anything more, just nodded slightly, and then led his Quanxing subordinates and quickly disappeared into the ruins.

His back view exuded an indescribable sense of determination.

"It's time for you to begin too." Yang Yi's voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable weight.

Behind him, the power that had just subsided from the nearly one hundred magnetic field experts began to stir again.

"Brother Yi, what's the plan this time?" Zhang Chulan rubbed his hands together, his face beaming with barely suppressed excitement.

Yang Yi glanced at him: "This time, let's go big. Break it up into smaller groups, follow my instructions, and regroup at any time."

He traced his finger through the air, and the enormous map of China reappeared, its red dots still glaringly bright.

"Remember, our goal is 'purification,' not simply slaughter. Wherever we go, I want those imprisoned compatriots to regain their freedom, and all looted goods to be returned intact."

"As for those scum, let them experience what true 'physical salvation' is in their despair."

"Understood!" the crowd responded in unison, their voices filled with strength.

The next moment, dozens of figures transformed into streaks of light, soaring into the sky from the scorched earth and flying in all directions, rushing towards the scarlet dots on the map that represented the Japanese invaders' strongholds.

A massive "purification" campaign, sweeping across several provinces, was thus launched.

Chapter 216 The Human Emperor Banner

Wherever they went, the powerful magnetic field experts immediately began to kill.

The Japanese invaders' sturdy pillboxes were twisted and collapsed by an invisible force, turning into piles of scrap metal.

The dense barrage of fire proved utterly ineffective against them; bullets were disintegrated and vaporized before they even reached their bodies.

The advanced weapons that the Japanese garrison was so proud of were like toys in the face of the absolute power of the magnetic field expert.

The Japanese fortifications were instantly razed to the ground, and the resisters were torn to pieces by the violent electric currents and magnetic fields.

"They're gods! They're gods on the light screen!"

"The seniors of the Magnetic Field Sect have come to our rescue!"

Countless civilians ravaged by war or captured witnessed this miraculous scene.

Their initial fear turned to disbelief, then to ecstasy and tears of joy.

Many people recognized the familiar figures in the light screen and knelt down, bowing in the direction of the flashing lights, regarding them as saviors who had descended from heaven.

The rescued people wept uncontrollably, and long-lost hope was rekindled in their hearts.

Some local anti-Japanese armed forces that survived in the Japanese-occupied areas, or scattered defeated soldiers, were in high spirits after witnessing the overwhelming power of the Magnetic Field Sect.

"Damn it! This is real killing of Japanese devils!"

"Brothers, let's follow the gods and pull off a heist!"

Some daring commanders tried to approach those "gods," not hoping to get their guidance, but simply wishing to fight alongside them, even if it was just to wave flags and shout slogans.

But those with strong magnetic fields come and go like the wind, and often the battle is over before they arrive, leaving only a devastated battlefield and freed civilians.

Within just a few days, many important strongholds of the Japanese invaders in North and East China were uprooted.

The efficiency and cruelty of their massacres instilled in the Japanese high command not only fury but also an unprecedented fear.

A large number of communications from the Japanese troops at the front lines were transmitted back to their capital, Kyoto, and the content was surprisingly consistent: they were encountering incomprehensible attacks, the troops were unable to resist, and they requested instructions and support.

A few days later, Yang Yi summoned everyone again.

At this moment, the magnetic field experts had an even stronger aura of malevolence, but their spirits were exceptionally high, clearly indicating that they had thoroughly enjoyed the "purification" operation during this period.

"Brother Yi, where to next? Should we go to some big cities?" Zhang Chulan was still the most enthusiastic one.

Yang Yi's expression was not as relaxed as before; instead, it carried a hint of solemnity.

"Next target: Nanjing."

Everyone was startled when they heard this.

The defenses of Nanjing are far more powerful than those of the previous strongholds.

"Brother Yi, those Japanese devils in Nanjing are tough, aren't they?" Wang Ye stroked his chin and unusually took the initiative to speak.

“Tough nuts to crack are good; they’ll give us a good test of our newly trained teeth.” Yang Yi’s face revealed a strange smile. “Besides, our trip to Nanjing this time isn’t just about killing Japanese devils.”

"A special 'memorial' will also be held."

As soon as he finished speaking, the huge light screen covering the entire country lit up again.

This time, the scene in the light screen was no longer a tragic battlefield, but a somewhat desolate land located outside Jinling City.

On the land, Yang Yi's figure appeared out of thin air.

In his hand, he held a flag that looked ordinary, even somewhat worn. The flag was a dark color, and the flagpole was just ordinary wood.

The countless ordinary people and extraordinary individuals in front of the light screen were all somewhat puzzled.

"Fellow countrymen across the country." Yang Yi's voice clearly reached everyone's ears through the light screen, and this time, his voice was filled with heaviness.

"This land beneath our feet, especially in the city of Nanjing in front of us, has buried too many compatriots who were brutally murdered by those beasts."

"Their resentment soared to the heavens, their souls could not find peace, and could not dissipate for a long time, nor did they want to dissipate."

"Today, I, Yang Yi, will seek justice for them and give them an explanation."

He raised the flag high in his hand.

"This banner is called the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls. It can guide the souls of the dead and carry their bodies."

Yang Yi began to mutter incantations, and a mysterious and incomprehensible power, yet carrying endless sorrow, slowly emanated from the tattered banner.

He suddenly plunged the Ten Thousand Souls Banner in his hand into the ground beneath his feet!

boom--!

It was as if something unseen had been touched.

In an instant, everyone in front of the light screen seemed to hear countless mournful, indignant, and unwilling roars coming from beneath that desolate land!

Visibly, wisps and strands of thick, impenetrable black mist rose from every crack in the earth.

The black mist twisted and struggled, but ultimately seemed to be attracted by something, rushing towards the Ten Thousand Souls Banner stuck in the ground.

As the light screen zoomed in, people could even vaguely see blurry, pained faces within the churning black mist.

As countless souls poured in, the originally dilapidated Ten Thousand Souls Banner began to change.

The dark flag gradually began to glow with a faint light.

Then, the light grew brighter and brighter!

Finally, the entire flag burst forth with dazzling golden light!

Amidst the golden light, countless tiny figures seemed to flicker, roar, and shout on the flag!

An aura of profound sorrow, magnificence, and supreme authority emanated from the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls, filling the entire world.

"This is not the spirit of ten thousand souls, but the collective will of ten thousand people; it shall be the 'Human Emperor's Banner'!" Yang Yi's voice rang out again, carrying an unprecedented solemnity.

Before the light screen, the land of China unfolds.

Countless people were stunned speechless upon witnessing this scene.

Immediately, when they thought of their relatives, friends, and compatriots who had died tragically under the Japanese invaders' swords, and when they felt the endless sorrow and indomitable will emanating from the Emperor's Banner, an overwhelming grief and anger surged into their hearts.