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…

punching, missing,

THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?!" the Sweeper shouted in confusion, frustration, and

Mage suddenly become so incredibly angry and

anger couldn't possibly

the Ancestral Mage

like the Ancestral Mage was fighting with his life on the line,

that made

when the Ancestral Mage exploded with

he didn't need to check to know who was

making him appear like someone that was desperately trying to grasp for their last glimmer of

wasn't angry and frustrated at his

that there was no way

this would only waste

what was he supposed to

way by following them and then attacking them outside, but the young man had

orders,

his first job while being part of the Twilight Dusk Family, and he

to accept new orders from his superior,

in the middle of a life-and-death battle. And distraction could result in his death, and he couldn't possibly operate a Communication Crystal during

Crystal call while literally fighting with his life on the line

full minute, the

had been exchanging hundreds, if not thousands, of attacks

you?! What do you want?! What is your goal?!" the Sweeper

head. "I have no fucking idea what's going

Mage's eyes narrowed as rage burned in his eyes. "I must kill you!" he

stopped his fist in front of the Sweeper's sword

sword was an

There was no opening.

sword of darkness might as well be an eternal

again, but the Ancestral Mage just moved to the side a little bit to avoid

Ancestral Mage was as elusive

impossible to

Ancestral Mage might as well be a mystical phantom

he

The fight continued.