"They..." Xia Pingzhou was silent for a moment, "are still in the Movie World."
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Meanwhile, inside the Movie World.
The long street, in black and white hues, was already a complete mess, almost a ruin—once exquisite Gothic architecture had been vandalized beyond recognition, with hundreds of spired houses collapsed into piles of broken walls and debris.
In the world of silent films, only the final Clock Tower still stood intact at the center of the long street.
"I really wonder how things are outside..."
Ke Qirui stood at the top of the Clock Tower, absentmindedly murmuring to herself.
The Train Demon's body was divided by numerous movie screens, scattered above her head.
At that moment, a Bloodline rose from behind a cover at the corner of the long street and hurled a blood-red spear at Ke Qirui.
The Train Demon roared and swept its massive body forward, with segments of the train car like a dragon's tail, but was pierced by the blood-red spear.
