“Tell me what energy art that was, boy!” Dream Mintdance repeated. She took a step forward, her energy arts surging until a vortex formed behind her. Inwardly, Yang Qi was shocked by what he was seeing, and scrambled to think of a way to deal with the situation. He knew that if he didn’t answer the question, this monstress would attack even more viciously than before.

The surrounding horde of devils simply looked on, none of them daring to interfere with Dream Mintdance.

“I made this energy art,” Yang Qi said, "based on enlightenment I acquired from a variety of godrelics. It doesn’t really have a name. As for why I seem to be the bane of you fiend-devils, it actually has nothing to do with my energy art. You see, I'm backed by someone so strong you can’t even imagine who it is. If you kill me, you’ll be hunted down and killed no matter where you are! Run to the edges of reality, and you’ll still be wiped out of existence.”

“This backer of yours is that impressive?” Dream Mintdance said, stopping in place. She didn't care much about Yang Qi, but had to admit that he seemed to be perfectly equipped to counter her moves. As such, she had to find out exactly who this backer of his was.

“Hold on a moment, Dream Mintdance,” said the mahātmā fiend-devil....