Chapter 447: Don't Be Afraid of This World

"It worked."

Finally, Xu Xiangyang opened his eyes, sighing with satisfaction.

He lay on a shattered slab of stone, which seemed to have just peeled off from a building, floating midair.

Looking up at the sky from this position, what came into view were countless pieces of buildings, large and small, floating in the air, orbiting in specific trajectories like a spiral bridge leading to the world's end.

Xu Xiangyang glanced downward; he found the entire Haunted House—the Ghost City replicated from Jinjiang City by the Fake Qingyue—had completely lost its original appearance, disintegrating into a myriad of fragments, including roads, houses, and the underground pipe systems, shattered into countless pieces.

Given the overall volume of Jinjiang City, its fragments could engulf ten thousand landfill sites after such a splintering, but when dispersed into that vast and empty backdrop, they seemed utterly insignificant, only tiny black dots floating like dust.