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"Gentlemen! Do you see that?!"

"Those demons from China, their sorcery has reached its limit!"

"Their 'qi,' their evil power, must have been completely exhausted!"

"Therefore, they absolutely cannot continue to support such a large number of souls causing trouble!"

The words of this Onmyoji instantly awakened the so-called "hope" in the hearts of those survivors who were teetering on the edge of despair, a hope that had long been squeezed to the extreme by fear and resentment.

However, this ignited "hope" quickly twisted into a deeper and more insane hatred in the next moment.

"kill him!"

A Japanese officer who had lost an arm stared intently at the summit of Mount Fuji with his remaining eye, letting out a beast-like roar.

"Avenge all the fallen warriors of the Empire!"

"Avenge all the destroyed homes!"

"Long live the Great Japanese Empire!"

Another man with a hideous scar on his face brandished a broken half of his katana and roared hysterically.

"He must be exhausted! We still have a chance!"

"Kill all these Chinese pigs!"

Countless surviving adults now had ferocious expressions and bloodshot eyes, as if they wanted to devour people.

Those children, who should have been innocent and carefree, were mixed in with the crowd.

Their youthful faces now bore a twisted and crazed expression that was completely out of character for their age.

They imitated the adults, waving their little fists.

With a high-pitched and childish voice, they uttered the most vicious curses and slogans.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"Long Live His Majesty the Emperor!"

Those distorted little faces, with their terrifying expressions, sent chills down one's spine; they looked like little beasts.

Of course, all the slogans are shouted loudly, but the actions speak louder than words.

After a brief period of frenzied catharsis, the instinct for survival ultimately prevailed.

Large numbers of surviving Japanese civilians, including militaristic fanatics clamoring for revenge, began to flee frantically away from Mount Fuji.

They pushed and trampled, trying to escape their homeland, which had been completely turned into a scorched hell, as quickly as possible.

However, no matter where they fled to, no matter how fast they ran.

As long as they subconsciously turn around and look in the direction of Mount Fuji.

They could always sense that Yang Yi's cold and indifferent gaze seemed to pierce through distant space, ignoring all obstacles, and was staring intently at each and every one of them.

Those gazes made them feel like they were being pricked by needles, sending chills down their spines, and even their steps faltered as they tried to escape.

The live broadcast screen, covering the entire globe, switched cameras again the instant that billions of souls retreated into the Emperor's Banner.

The scene shifts abruptly from a grand setting of the soul's return to the summit of Mount Fuji, where a solitary figure stands between heaven and earth—Yang Yi.

Billions of eyes from all over the world, regardless of location or race, are now focused on this place through that enormous light screen.

An indescribable, intense premonition rose in the heart of every viewer.

They realized that the "Night Parade of One Hundred Demons" that had lasted all day was probably just a prelude.

What is about to happen is perhaps an ultimate event far more terrifying and shocking than the sweeping tide of souls.

Under the spotlight.

Yang Yi calmly gazed at the insects below.

He slowly raised his hand.

He gently flicked his sleeve at the Emperor's Banner that floated in the air.

The terrifying banner, radiating endless resentment and fighting spirit, suddenly dimmed its golden-red light.

The flag itself rapidly shrank.

Ultimately, it transformed into a barely perceptible stream of light.

It disappeared completely into his palm.

After putting away the Emperor's Banner, Yang Yi slowly raised his right hand, his five fingers slightly spread, covering the sun in the sky that radiated endless light and heat.

Then he made a grasping motion in mid-air, as if holding the sun in his hand.

The instant he made that move.

Above the sky, the once radiant sun seemed to be dimming rapidly.

The entire Japanese archipelago, and even parts of the world viewed through the light screen, felt a sudden decrease in the brightness of the sky and earth.

The world was plunged into an unprecedented, chilling, and eerie darkness.

It was as if dusk had arrived ahead of schedule.

It created a stark contrast with the rapidly dimming sun in the sky.

Yang Yi's loosely clenched right fist.

At that moment, a burst of light suddenly erupted, a light that was indescribable and billions of times more dazzling and intense than the sun at its peak.

The light was pure and domineering to the extreme.

In that instant, his fist became the only source of light in this dim world.

It was as if a brand new "sun," exuding an aura of destruction, was rising slowly in his grasp.

Xingyi·Great Sun Nuclear Explosion Fist!

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Yang Yi's fist, which seemed to transform into a "sun," contained an absolute will to incinerate all things and the nuclear fusion power to shatter everything.

This is like the manifestation of a concept, as if it were a concrete representation of destruction.

Then he swung his arm down and slammed it down heavily into the deep crater of Mount Fuji!

"Xingyi·Great Sun Nuclear Explosion Fist!"

A roar, like thunder at the dawn of creation, or a declaration of the end of the universe.

A punch landed.

The entire planet seemed to freeze at this moment; time seemed to be solidified by this boundless power, and the planet seemed to have been struck by a pressure point.

Following that, the area encompassing most of the Japanese archipelago, centered around Mount Fuji.

The existence of all matter, the flow of all energy.

Even every speck of dust in the air fell into an eerie, suffocating stillness at this moment.

It was as if the whole world had been put on pause.

An incomprehensible sense of crisis, stemming from the most primal instincts of life, like an invisible mountain, instantly crushed the nerves of all surviving beings.

Whether it's humans fleeing in panic towards the coast of Japan, or fish swimming unawarely in the deep sea.

Whether it's the frightened birds and beasts in the mountains and forests, or the insects and rodents rooted in the sewers.

They were all struggling to breathe; their souls seemed to be shattering inch by inch.

However, this deathly silence lasted only a second, or perhaps even less.

Immediately, an endless burst of light and heat, indescribable in any known human language, erupted from the crater of Mount Fuji!

The light instantly engulfed the sky and the earth, its brightness surpassing anything human had ever seen before.

Even through a cold screen, hundreds of millions of viewers around the world felt a sharp, stabbing pain in their eyes.

Many people instinctively closed their eyes, tears streaming uncontrollably down their faces.

At this moment, the world was reduced to pure, destructive white light.

After the ultimate brilliance comes ultimate destruction.

Mount Fuji, once a symbol of Japan, along with its surrounding area spanning hundreds of kilometers.

It was as if an invisible, divine hand had brutally erased it from the map of the real world with an unseen eraser.

They completely evaporated and annihilated, from the material level to the conceptual level.

The main territory of most of Japan, the hard rock layers and deep soil that make up the islands, along with all the cities, forests and rivers on them.

They were all violently ripped off the earth's crust by the shockwave generated by this irresistible and terrifying energy.

Then, in a state of desperate weightlessness, torn apart by extreme heat and violent energy, it began to disintegrate and shatter.

The camera suddenly zoomed out from the screen.

Where Mount Fuji, once a sacred mountain of Japan, once stood, now lies a terrifying, bottomless crater.

The edge of the giant crater, due to the previously unimaginable extreme heat, exhibited a strange and smooth glassy color, shimmering erratically under the residual energy glow.

The camera slowly zooms in.

The vitrified pit walls reflected the churning dark red magma and the ever-rising black smoke below.

The air was violently distorted by the unimaginable heat, and everything in sight was blurred.

The main body of the Japanese archipelago, the island nation that once harbored ambitions of conquest, had most of its territory completely erased.

The seawater had not yet completely filled the giant pit.

The exposed bottom of the pit is as grotesque as a scar.

Rocks and thick sedimentary layers that were once hidden on the seabed are now exposed to the scorching, distorted air.

Strange patterns deep within the mantle were also rolled out, easily lifted into the sky, and eventually turned into dust.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of sulfur and burnt fumes.