Modification and Disguise (4K)

The headless fat man, Sildan, and the ram-horned bat—the three Silent Hill demons—had now submitted at Wu Heng's feet, binding their own fates and Silent Hill's rise and fall together.

Feeling the binding force within their souls, far stronger than before, the three of them finally abandoned their last lingering thoughts.

Lively black mist swirled continuously around them, leaving them silent as cicadas, not daring to make the slightest move, like stones awaiting judgment from fate.

Only after confirming that the Otherworld authority under his control could interfere with the three men's souls did Wu Heng finally relax.

It seemed they had not merely pretended to surrender.

The surrounding black mist slowly condensed before them, forming a massive black figure.

"Get up!"

A voice brimming with intimidation rang out at once from beneath their feet, from the sky, and from every direction—everywhere covered by Blood Floss.

At that moment, Sildan and the other two felt as though they were pieces of flesh swallowed into a stomach. It was as if they were no longer inside Silent Hill's Otherworld, but within the belly of some colossal monster.

In fact, that feeling was precisely what ordinary living creatures experienced after entering hell. With the Otherworld covered by the Blood Floss domain, this "proto-hell" had already acquired eighty percent of hell's bearing, giving rise to such icy, terrifying pressure.

The three who rose to their feet had once been renowned Escapers, yet now they were like Maturin that had lost all spirit, not even daring to look directly at the dark giant before them.

"Authority!" Wu Heng's voice came again.

Upon hearing this, Sildan and the pale, fleshy fat man swiftly extracted the authority each possessed from within their bodies, damaging their own power in the process, and held it in their palms.