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

YOU WANT?!" the Sweeper shouted in confusion,

did that Ancestral Mage suddenly become so incredibly angry and

anger couldn't possibly

Ancestral Mage was

with his life on the line, trying

that made no

happened when the Ancestral Mage

and he didn't need to check to

frustrated, making him appear like someone that was desperately trying to

obviously wasn't angry and frustrated at his opponents

very beginning, the Ancestral Mage knew that there was no way for him to make any progress in

that this would only waste

what was he supposed to

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

job was to follow orders, and

Dusk Family, and he

course, it was also the Ancestral Mage's job to accept new orders from his

battle. And distraction could result in his death, and he couldn't

him to answer a Communication Crystal call while literally fighting with his life on the line

a full minute, the

exchanging hundreds, if not thousands, of attacks during that

want?! What is your goal?!"

only continued slowly shaking his head. "I have no fucking

as rage burned in his eyes. "I must

his fist in front of the

was an

There was no opening.

of darkness might as well be an eternal

moved to the side a little

was as elusive

impossible to hit

Ancestral Mage might as well be a mystical phantom of

had no idea how often he

The fight continued.