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The next moment, a completely different consciousness, filled with extreme fanaticism, awakened from that body.

"Master! Your most loyal servant, Sang Biao, pays you the highest respect!"

This was Sang Biao, summoned by Yang Yi from another world.

"Get up, here's a job for you."

"To share the boss's burdens is Sang Biao's highest honor!"

Sang Biao immediately straightened his back, his face filled with undisguised ecstasy.

Yang Yi then entrusted him with the important task of "commander-in-chief of post-war reconstruction".

At the same time, he "transformed" a large number of Japanese soldiers who had been captured or died in battle.

These zombie-like bodies, while retaining basic mobility, became the most loyal "zombie labor clones" under Sang Biao's command.

Under Sang Biao's efficient and fervent command, this special construction army was thrown into a massive reconstruction effort that swept the entire country.

They worked tirelessly and fearlessly, repairing the wounds of war with astonishing efficiency.

Sang Biao not only brought a large number of "laborers" who possessed some of the abilities of Minecraft players and could freely use blocks.

He brought with him the special crop seeds from "Minecraft" that Yang Yi had previously given him.

The magical seeds in Minecraft can mature in just one or two days after being planted in this world.

The mature wheat ears are as thick as an adult man's arm, and the rice grains are plump and resemble pearls.

The watermelons grown there, each a cubic meter in size, have an aroma that can be smelled for miles around.

Its astonishing output quickly resolved the most severe famine threat after the war.

The people hailed these crops as "miracle food," and their reverence and worship for the Magnetic Field Sect deepened.

The earth-shaking changes that took place across China in just one month are as incredible as a myth.

These messages spread rapidly throughout the world through various secret and public channels.

The world's powers were shaken, their hearts filled with unspeakable apprehension and fear.

Magnetic Field Sect.

This name has become a sword hanging over the heads of state of various countries.

They frantically gathered intelligence, trying to analyze the true purpose of this suddenly rising Eastern power.

And behind this "lightning-fast construction" lies a terrifying power and capability capable of overturning the world order.

Various factions are speculating about what Yang Yi and the Magnetic Field Sect are planning to do.

One morning, sunlight shone through the thin mist onto the streets of the new town.

Yang Yi summoned Zhang Chulan, Wang Ye, and other experts with strong magnetic fields.

"The 'purification' and initial reconstruction within China have been completed."

Yang Yi's tone was calm, but beneath that calmness seemed to lie a raging inferno.

Zhang Chulan rubbed his hands together, a hint of excitement on his face.

"Brother Yi, so, shouldn't we go to that place next?"

Wang Ye leaned against the door frame, yawned, but his eyes were clear.

"Yes, it's time to 'pay a visit' to the instigators of the war."

"Brother Yi, when are we going?"

"Now, our target is the Japanese mainland—Mount Fuji."

Then Yang Yi took out the Emperor's Banner.

At this moment, the banner surface is interwoven with gold and red, with the blood-red and gold light reflecting each other, as if lava is flowing within it.

Above, the phantoms of millions of heroic souls roared and howled.

The intense, concentrated resentment and fighting spirit emanating from that man was more terrifying than ever before.

When the Emperor's Banner sensed the crystal-clear goal in Yang Yi's mind, the banner began to hum loudly.

The golden-red light surged, as if it couldn't wait to drink the blood of its enemy and wash away the pent-up hatred.

"It seems it can't wait any longer."

Yang Yi gripped the flagpole tightly.

He didn't waste any words, nor did he give anyone time to prepare.

A powerful magnetic field erupted from within him, and the space in front of him was easily torn apart like fragile cloth.

A dark and deep spatial rift, emanating an unsettling aura, appeared out of nowhere.

"Let's go."

Yang Yi took the first step and entered the crevice.

Zhang Chulan and Wang Ye exchanged a glance, both seeing an barely suppressed fighting spirit and excitement in each other's eyes.

They followed closely behind.

The next moment, the summit of Mount Fuji, the sacred mountain in the hearts of the Japanese.

The mountaintop was covered in snow, and the wind howled.

Yang Yi and his group appeared out of thin air on the edge of the volcano.

At the same time, the light screen, which had been silent for some time, lit up again without warning, this time covering the entire globe.

North America, Europe, Asia, Africa, Oceania...

No matter where you are, as long as you look up, you can see that incredibly clear picture.

All eyes instantly focused on the summit of Mount Fuji, on Yang Yi and the ominous golden-red banner in his hand.

A strong premonition arose in the heart of every viewer.

A storm far more terrifying and immense than the previous extermination campaigns is about to arrive.

The Cabinet meeting room in the capital of Japan.

The piercing alarm sounded simultaneously with the light screen lighting up.

"Baka yarou! How could he be there!"

"Mount Fuji! Are they going to detonate it?!"

"Quickly! Mobilize all Self-Defense Forces! Stop him at all costs!"

"We absolutely cannot let him detonate it. If he does, Japan will cease to exist!"

The hysterical roar was filled with undisguised fear and despair.

Yang Yi stood atop Mount Fuji, overlooking the town below and the distant ocean.

The Emperor's Banner in his hand trembled even more violently after sensing the repulsive aura permeating this land.

Chapter 220 Little Days of Suffering

Yang Yi stood on the edge of the crater of Mount Fuji, where a fierce wind whipped up icy snowflakes that lashed at the group.

He raised the Emperor's Banner high, its gold and red banner seemingly alive, with crimson and gold light flowing wildly across it, and a faint sense of magma-like heat emanating from it.

The phantoms of countless heroic souls roared and howled inside the flag, their intensely condensed resentment and fighting spirit almost tearing space apart.

Then he suddenly swung the banner toward the Japanese land below the mountain!

boom--! ! !

It was as if the gates of the deepest hell had been smashed open.

Hundreds of millions of heroic souls, like a torrent breaking free from the shackles of eternity, roared, howled, and surged forth from the banner!

Among them are countless wronged souls gathered outside Jinling City, filled with deep-seated hatred.

There are also iron-blooded military spirits that rose from the scorched earth of Shanghai, burning with an inextinguishable fighting spirit.

Furthermore, what was absorbed later were the souls of the dead from every inch of the ravaged land of China.

The tide of souls blotted out the sky, its sheer number instantly engulfing the heavens.

Centered on Mount Fuji, they spread wildly in all directions of the Japanese archipelago like a tsunami.

The speed was beyond imagination.

They disregard physical barriers, penetrating mountains, steel, and buildings.

Whether it's a heavily guarded military base, a heavily fortified government institution, or a densely populated ordinary town.

Wherever the tide of souls passed, only endless, deafening screams echoed through the sky.

Only a deep, uncontrollable wail of despair.

The "Night Parade of One Hundred Demons" officially began at this moment.

The global light screen broadcast this tragic and terrifying hellish scene live to people in every corner of the world.

Yang Yi's cold gaze swept over the screaming Japanese soldiers below, then he gave orders to Zhang Chulan, Wang Ye, and the others behind him.

"No need for constraints."

"Freedom of movement."

"Together with the spirits of the fallen heroes, let us 'purify' this land to the fullest."

After giving the order, Yang Yi added a sentence.

"But one thing is certain: after one day, everyone must evacuate the central area of ​​Japan and retreat to the outermost edge."

"Otherwise, there will be consequences at your own risk."

This sudden warning made both the excited Zhang Chulan and the meticulous Wang Ye feel a chill.

They instantly realized that Yang Yi must have prepared an even more earth-shattering final measure.

The power of that technique is probably something even those of them, who are experts in magnetic fields, would not be able to withstand easily.