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"Father! Mother! Did you see that?!"

"You damned Japanese devils! They'll pay for their blood debts!"

Countless people knelt down in front of the light screen, wailing and crying. They prayed that the wronged souls could rest in peace and that the wicked villains would receive the most severe punishment.

The headquarters of the Japanese Kwantung Army in Nanjing.

They also saw the earth-shattering phenomenon outside the city, and Yang Yi's god-like figure in the light screen.

A sense of impending doom weighed heavily on the minds of the Japanese high command.

"What is that? What is that thing?!"

"Is it Chinese sorcery? Or has their god descended?"

"Quickly! Send troops to investigate! Stop him! You must stop him!"

However, their orders seemed so pale and powerless at this moment.

Outside the city, Yang Yi slowly pulled up the golden Emperor's Banner.

He held a banner pole, the golden flag fluttering behind him, upon which the phantoms of ten thousand people roared.

Then he pointed towards the Japanese invaders in Nanjing not far away, his expression menacing.

"No orders required! Act freely! Today, blood will be paid for!"

Chapter 217 The Remnant Soul of Jinling

Yang Yi stood outside Jinling City, holding the Emperor's Banner.

He didn't make any extra movements, he simply shook the banner gently.

In an instant, golden light burst forth.

Countless golden soul shadows roared out from the banner, their sheer number almost obscuring the sky.

These spirits came in all shapes and sizes; some were incomplete, others had hideous faces, but without exception, they all carried boundless resentment.

They let out mournful roars, and the spiritual impact was transmitted through the screen to the hearts of every Chinese person watching the live broadcast.

"That's my dad! That's my mom!"

A young man who happened to be away from Nanjing before the Japanese massacre pointed at a blurry ghost figure in front of the light screen and burst into tears.

In addition, more cries of sorrow were heard in various places.

The shadowy figures surged like a tide, without the slightest pause, heading straight for the nearby city of Jinling, and for the Japanese strongholds, barracks, and command posts.

The Japanese troops inside the city had already been alarmed by the strange phenomena outside the city, and the alarm sounded throughout Nanjing.

"Fire! Open fire!" the Japanese commander roared.

Bang bang bang bang—!

Ta-ta-ta-ta-!

Rifles and machine guns spat fire, and bullets rained down on the surging ghostly figures.

boom! Boom!

Mortars and field guns began to roar, and shells exploded in the shadowy atmosphere.

However, all this is in vain.

The bullet passed straight through the golden ghostly figures without causing any damage.

The explosion of the shell only caused a slight distortion in the shape of the soul shadow due to the high temperature, and then it returned to normal.

Physical attacks are nearly ineffective against these beings, who are composed of pure resentment and soul power.

"What the hell!"

A Japanese soldier watched helplessly as several bullets pierced through a ghostly figure, which then floated towards him unharmed.

The sheer horror on his face was clearly visible through the light screen.

The shadow of his soul passed through his body.

The soldier froze.

The rifle in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.

Then his eyes widened, his pupils dilated rapidly, as if he were seeing the most terrifying sight in the world.

"what--!"

A scream that sounded inhuman escaped from his throat.

Then he convulsed, foamed at the mouth, and fell straight down, his body still twisting irregularly on the ground, before falling silent a moment later.

His death was gruesome, and his spirit seemed to have been completely destroyed in an instant.

Similar scenes were playing out simultaneously at various Japanese strongholds throughout Nanjing.

The ghostly figure drifted about, ignoring the obstruction of walls, moving between houses and fortifications.

They don't need weapons; they are the deadliest weapons of their own.

The Japanese soldiers who were pierced by the ghostly shadows suffered from mental breakdowns, becoming insane and talking nonsense, or, as before, dying suddenly with screams.

Their fear, their despair, their agonizing cries before death transformed into invisible nourishment, which was absorbed by those ghostly figures.

With each unit of fear and despair absorbed, the golden light on the soul shadow seemed to solidify a little more.

The golden light on the Emperor Banner in Yang Yi's hand grew even brighter.

However, upon closer inspection, one can see that a faint touch of blood red has gradually begun to appear within the gold.

The roaring figures on the banner became clearer, and the aura they exuded grew increasingly terrifying.

"No! Don't come any closer! Monster!"

"Help! Help!"

The Japanese forces completely collapsed.

This is not a battle; it is a one-sided massacre.

Their weapons became useless, and their 'courage' vanished in the face of unknown fear.

Before the light screen, the people of China felt a surge of suppressed pleasure welling up from their bodies.

"Well done! Let these beasts taste despair too!"

"Let them die! Let them all die!"

The Japanese invaders in Nanjing City scattered in all directions, pursued by the ghostly figure.

Some Japanese officers attempted to organize resistance, but they were the first to be overwhelmed by the ghostly figures.

Their sabers struck the ghostly figures as if they were striking thin air.

Then, they died in extreme fear.

The massacre lasted for several hours.

When not a single living Japanese soldier could be found in Nanjing, the golden souls returned to the Emperor's Banner as if returning to their nest.

At this moment, the Emperor's Banner shone with dazzling golden light, with blood flowing within it, as if it were a banner forged from gold and blood.

The oppressive aura emanating from it caused even the members of the Magnetic Field Sect in the distance to feel a sense of unease.

"Nanjing is just the beginning."

Yang Yi's voice was broadcast throughout the country via the light screen.

"This Emperor's Banner will tour all the lands of China that have been ravaged by the Japanese invaders."

“All our compatriots who died unjustly have the right to seek revenge.”

“All beasts that dare to invade will be punished.”

The scene on the light screen shifted, and Yang Yi, holding the Human Emperor Banner, appeared on a new land with the members of the Magnetic Field Sect.

It was the ruins of a small town that had been massacred.

Yang Yi planted the Emperor's Banner in the ground.

A mournful wail, just like the one outside Jinling City, rang out.

More black energy surged from the scorched earth, rushing to merge into the Emperor's Banner.

The golden-red light on the Emperor's Banner grew increasingly intense, almost dyeing half the sky the same color.

Then came another massacre targeting nearby Japanese strongholds.

The same scene played out repeatedly in the days that followed.

From one city to another, from one village to another.

Whenever Yang Yi arrived at a site of a large-scale massacre, he would raise the Emperor's Banner.

The vengeful spirits of the local people, filled with endless hatred, joined in, strengthening the power of the Emperor's Banner.

The light screen broadcast all of this live to the people of the whole country.

Wherever the Emperor's banner passed, the Japanese invaders' camps were turned into ghost realms.

The Japanese invaders could not stop any effective resistance, and no fortifications could stop the march of the dead.

Amidst desperate screams, the Japanese soldiers were consumed by the vengeful spirits of their enemies.

The morale of the remaining Japanese troops also plummeted.

The "Magnetic Field Sect" and the "Human Emperor Banner" became death warrants hanging over the heads of all the Japanese invaders who invaded China.

"Brother Yi, this is faster than if we just took action directly."

Zhang Chulan smacked his lips as he looked at the Human Emperor Banner, which was interwoven with gold and red and exuded a terrifying aura.

"Wouldn't it be better to let them take their own revenge?"

Yang Yi answered.

As it continuously absorbs the souls of the wronged and devours the fear and lives of the Japanese invaders, the form of the Emperor's Banner is also quietly changing.