Sword God in a World of Magic

Inevitably, the fight dragged on.

No side could hit the other side.

The Sweeper and Shang couldn't retreat. If they did, the Ancestral Mage would regain the use of his Spells, and they would actually die.

They also couldn't go deeper into the Eternal Maw's territory. If they entered its Spirit Sense, it would just attack them.

The only positive thing about this situation was that the Ancestral Mage was also cloaking himself with a Spell, just like Shang and the Sweeper.

However, the movement of Mana could still draw attention.

What were they supposed to do?

What could they do?

Were they doomed to fight this Ancestral Mage with foam fists until someone noticed them?

However, the Ancestral Mage also said that he had to be the one to kill them, and if he ordered the Natural Selection Company to draw back, they most likely would. After all, he was a member of the Twilight Dusk Family.

But then what?!

Were they doomed to battle each other for all eternity?!

Shang just continued shaking his head.

He had trouble accepting that this was actually reality.

How was this reality?

Why?

WHOOOOOOOM!

At that moment, the Ancestral Mage's aura broke through the roof.

The surroundings turned black and white as an unending abyss of rage threatened to consume the Sweeper and Shang.

It was like an angry God had suddenly descended to drown the world in an ocean of blood.

And then…

Ancestral Mage continued punching, missing, and avoiding

DO YOU WANT?!" the Sweeper

did that Ancestral Mage suddenly become so incredibly angry and then continue

couldn't possibly

the Ancestral Mage was extremely serious

life on the line, trying his absolute best to kill

that made

the Ancestral Mage

Communication Crystal had rung, and he didn't need to check to know who was calling

the Ancestral Mage was so incredibly angry and frustrated, making him appear like someone that was desperately

frustrated at his

knew that there was no way for him to make any progress in

knew that this

what was he supposed to

way by following them and then attacking them outside, but the

orders, and he would do

was his first job while being part of the Twilight Dusk Family, and he wouldn't throw it away after so many years of working his

was also the Ancestral Mage's job to accept new orders from his superior, which was

a life-and-death battle. And distraction could result in his death, and

literally fighting with his life on the line

the Communication Crystal

Sweeper and the Ancestral Mage had been exchanging hundreds, if not thousands, of attacks during

you?! What do you want?! What is your goal?!" the Sweeper shouted at him while

have no fucking idea what's going on," he

burned in his eyes.

then, he stopped his fist in front of the

sword was

There was no opening.

darkness might as well

Sweeper attacked again, but the Ancestral Mage just moved to the side

Mage was as elusive

was impossible to

Mage might as well be a mystical phantom of wind stalking the

often he had shaken his

The fight continued.