"Screw off before the emperor!" roared Ying Zheng. His voice was so loud that it swept across the battlefield like a loud boom of thunder. Several dozens of demon beasts who had formed their Demon Cores were being pushed tens of miles away by the sound wave while coughing blood. Abruptly, the shapes of eight flood dragons and one serpent behind Ying Zheng's back condensed inwardly, and in a blink of an eye, they transformed into a fist-sized black seal branded with an image of nine dragons. He grabbed the seal and gave a stern cry, "Nine Dragons Cauldron Grand Magic, Conquer of the Nine States!"