Devils Returning Home (4K)

Facing these ten lowly, respectful demons, Wu Heng leisurely finished the movie before turning to look at them. The dark power of Silent Hill's Otherworld instantly spread out, enveloping them like clouds.

As the dark mist was absorbed into their bodies, they revealed their own bizarre forms—scales, blood, some covered in bloody teeth, some sprouting tentacles, faceless and featureless, strange in every conceivable way.

They looked like horrific machines cobbled together from heaps of flesh and body parts.

Even after absorbing the mist and fully recovering their demon-level power—indeed, gaining a slight boost—they instead prostrated themselves on the ground with even greater reverence.

"I'm pleased to see you, my returned prodigals!"

"I don't care about Heaven or Hell, nor do I care about your affairs with the believers."

"This place will not be sunk into the Earth's core either."

"Now, I want you to just as generously bestow your own fate upon those outside. Tell them that it is time to come home!"

After Wu Heng spoke, he sent out a wave of Nightmare Power, and the arrangements he intended for them flooded into their minds.

At the same time, ten streams of black mist poured into the demons' bodies, making them instantly squeal. The dark power within them erupted, shaking the entire cinema until it completely collapsed.

Nightmare Power swept across the ruins. As though time had reversed, every piece of rubble returned to its original place, and the collapsed cinema was restored in the blink of an eye.

The uncontrollable fluctuations emanating from the ten of them were also suppressed.

It was as if everything that had just happened had been an illusion.

"Thank you for your gift, my lord!"

"We will surely accomplish this!" they cried excitedly.

For within those ten streams of black mist, each had