A dark cloud slowly descended from the sky. On it stood Ying Zheng, with dark fog rocking violently behind his back. In that cloud, one could vaguely see the shadows of eight flood dragons and one serpent, twisting and roaring. Li Si, Xu Fu, Guigu'zi, and all the other civilian officials were standing on the cloud as well, looking down at Huang Xie from above. Ying Zheng had a complacent smile on his face, as he rested his eyes on Huang Xie like a hungry wolf who had just seen a little sheep, anxious to devour him into his stomach.