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The Pacific Ocean, now deprived of land support, began to surge towards the giant crater.

The sea level dropped visibly, and in an instant, the seawater accelerated suddenly, turning into an unstoppable torrent.

Due to the huge drop in elevation, the flooded seawater formed a terrifying tsunami that reached heights of several thousand meters.

Giant waves, as black as the River Styx, stretched from the sky to the ground, their tops touching the dim yellow sky and their bottoms crashing against the scorching seabed.

This tsunami moved forward with the will to destroy everything, unleashing an irresistible impact like a meteorite crashing into a lake.

On the verge of destruction in Japan, an unprecedented mega-tsunami suddenly took shape.

The waves surged up from the ground, far exceeding historical records in height, blotting out the sky and the sun. Sunlight seemed insignificant before this moving mountain range, and the entire world was divided by the wall of water.

The tsunami swept rapidly and violently across the remaining lands of Japan, its sharp edge aimed directly at neighboring countries, especially the coastal areas of China, which had just been rebuilt from the flames of war.

The entire nation of China was in an uproar. News of the Japanese mainland disappearing with a single punch from Yang Yi spread, and people rushed out of their homes, shouting and embracing. They wept, raised their arms, and cried out, finally releasing nearly a century of humiliation and hatred.

Cheers echoed through the city and fields.

However, the cheers abruptly stopped when the screen displayed the terrifying tsunami crashing towards the Chinese coast.

The air freezes.

The faces that had just been weeping with joy instantly froze. The scholars studying geology and oceanography turned from red to white, their hoarse voices conveying a despairing judgment.

"It's over! This disaster will affect the coastal areas of China; there's no time to evacuate!"

The rough calculations show that the tsunami arrived in China in a breathtakingly short time. Coastal cities that had just begun to recover, and the people who had finally regained their smiles, were about to face annihilation once again.

Anxiety, pain, and helplessness overwhelmed these insightful individuals. They had just tasted the joy of revenge, only to be confronted with the disaster it brought.

The remaining Japanese who had miraculously survived, after their initial shock, revealed a morbid glee, hoping that China would fall into the abyss of destruction along with them.

At this critical moment, Yang Yi stood suspended in the air above the original site of Mount Fuji.

Amidst the swirling black vapor and violent energy currents, he remained as steadfast as an ancient mountain, unmoved by the collapse of the heavens and earth around him.

Under the watchful eyes of millions filled with tension, fear, anticipation, and resentment, he slowly raised his right hand. His fingers traced a circle in the air, like a brushstroke.

This seemingly casual action contains immense power capable of turning the tide of events.

A tsunami nearly a thousand meters high, carrying destructive power capable of instantly tearing apart steel behemoths, is hurtling towards the Chinese border.

Just as it was about to cross the line, a sudden change occurred! The tsunami crashed into an invisible yet indestructible barrier.

Giant waves crashed against the invisible barrier, sending up sprays thousands of meters high and the mist obscuring half the sky.

However, the barrier remained completely still, utterly eliminating the impact that could have destroyed everything.

Audiences around the world stared in breathless silence, their pupils contracting at this miracle that defied all comprehension.

miracle!

Inside the dome, a tsunami raged, and gigantic waves surged. Thousands of meters high walls of water crashed and overlapped wildly within the confined space, emitting a heart-stopping roar. The remaining landmasses of Japan were continuously swallowed up, transformed into an apocalyptic inferno.

Outside the shroud, the wind was calm and the sea was as smooth as a mirror. It was as if the devastating tsunami was just a dream from another dimension.

This natural disaster, triggered by Yang Yi's casual punch, was completely confined to the territory of Japan, allowing them to enjoy it alone.

The expressions on the faces of the Japanese survivors froze. Those who had been secretly pleased that the tsunami would affect neighboring countries and fantasized about China being destroyed along with them were now left only with disbelief, stunned silence, and a chilling cold.

They watched helplessly as the devastating tsunami was contained by an invisible barrier, severing their last hope of escape and shattering their evil intention to take others with them.

At this moment, they had nowhere to escape or avoid.

The fear of waiting for the end of the world in despair is more tormenting to the soul than death itself.

The fate of Japan is sealed. They will reap the bitter fruits of their own making, experiencing despair and destruction alone, until the last wicked soul perishes.

Meanwhile, the members of the Magnetic Field Sect stood on the sea, watching the Japanese soldiers struggle.

There was not a trace of pity for the newborn in their eyes, only a longing for this powerful force.

Chapter 223 "That Man"

As people around the world watched the live broadcast, Yang Yi calmly drew an invisible barrier, confining the world-ending tsunami within the territory of Japan.

This "miracle" left audiences around the world speechless, everyone staring intently at the screen, their breaths nearly stopped.

Inside the U.S. country's top-secret research base, alarms blared piercingly.

A group of top scientists, their faces pale, huddled around the instrument, staring at the curves on the energy spectrum.

"That's unlikely?"

A chief scientist with a gray beard mechanically shook his head, his fingers trembling so much he could barely operate the equipment.

Another physicist, wearing thick-rimmed black glasses, adjusted his glasses and turned to the general standing in the corner, speaking haltingly.

"According to preliminary analysis of the energy model... the eruption and decay curve of this force is remarkably similar to the controlled nuclear fusion we have theoretically deduced... no, it is even more advanced and perfect!"

"This must be controlled nuclear fusion! How could he possibly have mastered it! And even released it with his bare hands!"

The general's face was ashen, and the veins on his clenched fists bulged.

"You mean, that guy mastered the technology that we couldn't break through even after investing countless resources?"

The scientist nodded, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

"Moreover, its efficiency and stability far exceed our theoretical limits."

A deathly silence fell over the conference room, broken only by the hum of the electrical circuits running. A chilling realization crept into everyone's mind—the power the Chinese people now wielded far exceeded their wildest imaginations.

Within the invisible barrier, the apocalyptic scene is shocking.

Tsunamis repeatedly battered the land of Japan, which no longer exists. Beneath the walls of water, magma and seawater clashed in extreme temperature differences.

A massive amount of water vapor and toxic gases rise up, forming a toxic fog that blots out the sun.

The surviving Japanese struggled in this hellish environment, their desperate cries drowned out by the waves. It must be said, these people were truly resilient.

Some frantically lunged towards the edge of the barrier, attempting to break through; some cursed wildly, trying to curse China; and many more stared wide-eyed, blankly watching death approach step by step.

The light screen relentlessly broadcast this hellish scene to the whole world.

Countless spectators covered their mouths, their eyes filled with shock and fear. This was a stark warning to all those with ill intentions: those who dared to provoke would face utter destruction.

As time passed, the disaster subsided.

The original territory of Japan is now reduced to a few scattered reefs protruding from the sea, a testament to its former existence.

Yang Yi stood with his hands behind his back in the void, his gaze sweeping over the newly revitalized land of China, and nodded in satisfaction.

"The liquidation that needed to be completed has been completed."

His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the ears of Zhang Chulan, Wang Ye, and Wugensheng, who had been observing silently.

"Next, we're going to do something even more important."

Everyone listened intently, and no one dared to interrupt Yang Yi.

"To find the person who can lead China to true rejuvenation."

In the early hours of the next day, guided by Yang Yi's divine sense, the group moved out quietly.

They arrived quietly, like an autumn breeze passing through, in a remote village in the Chinese interior, a village brimming with revolutionary sparks.

Smoke rises from the chimney of a simple mud house.

Yang Yi signaled for everyone to stop.

"He's in there."

The group held their breath, watching the wooden door intently. The door opened, and several people walked out.

One of them was particularly eye-catching.

His clothes were simple, even somewhat worn, yet they couldn't conceal his spirit and demeanor. His brows held a wisdom that revealed his understanding of the world and an indomitable will; his steps were steady and powerful as he discussed development strategies with several comrades beside him.

When he saw Yang Yi and the others arrive, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he was neither panicked nor afraid, and remained calm and discerning.

"You are?"

Yang Yi's lips curled up slightly, clearly satisfied with his first impression of "that man".

Without saying much, he simply raised his hand and pointed.

An invisible energy surge instantly struck "that man" between the eyebrows. The latter's body trembled, his eyes flashed, and then a look of shock appeared on his face.

Yang Yi had just implanted a magnetic field technique, which he had personally modified to be more suitable for the rules of this world and was even more powerful, directly into the other party's mind.

At the same time, he flipped his right hand and produced a cube emitting a mysterious light out of thin air—the "Minecraft" Shroud Box.

"This contains improved super crop seeds, which have a much higher yield than ordinary crops, are extremely adaptable, and can even grow in barren land."

"There are some redstone blocks here, which can provide a continuous and endless source of energy."

"Finally, here is a guide to the development of technology over the next 100 years, which records every key node and technology in human technological development over the next 100 years."

As he spoke, Yang Yi took a laptop out of the shadow box and handed it to "that man".

At this point, the other party had already recognized him as the "deity" from that day, but he did not panic.

After hearing this, "that man" took a deep breath, his eyes flashing with a complex light.

Why are you giving me these?

Yang Yi smiled. "Because you are you."

After a brief exchange, Yang Yi turned to Wugensheng and solemnly said, "Your divine spirit can understand all things. I need you to assist him, protect him, and help him maximize the power of these things, leading China to stand at the top of the world."

Wugensheng sensed the trust and responsibility in Yang Yi's words, and also felt the special aura emanating from "that man." He immediately accepted the order with solemnity: "Rest assured, with me, Wugensheng, here, China will surely soar to the heavens!"

In the following days, like a pebble dropped into a calm lake, news of Yang Yi's meeting with "that man" spread rapidly through various channels.

Those generals, soldiers, and even spies under the bald man's command who still possessed a conscience or understood the bigger picture experienced a complete collapse of their faith. The personality cult that had been forcibly instilled in them for years crumbled, and they finally saw the truth.

They secretly communicated and exchanged messages.

"They can wipe out even the Japanese with a single punch, what can the bald guy possibly use to fight back?"

"I've heard that 'that man' has inherited the secret techniques of magnetic fields, and his future achievements are limitless."

"The tide has turned; continuing to act as an accomplice to evil will only make one a sinner in history!"

Within a week, organized units began rushing towards "that man's" base. First came small, scattered squads, then entire battalions and regiments, and finally even entire divisions quietly changed their flags.