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,

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

Ancestral Mage suddenly become so incredibly angry

anger couldn't possibly

the Ancestral Mage was extremely serious about

Mage was fighting with his life on the line, trying his

made no

when the Ancestral

need

was so incredibly angry and frustrated, making him appear like someone that was desperately trying to grasp

and frustrated at his opponents but

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

that this would

what was he

and then attacking them outside,

was to follow orders, and he would

of the Twilight Dusk Family, and he wouldn't throw it away after so many years of working his ass

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

life-and-death battle. And distraction could result in his death, and he couldn't possibly operate a

Communication Crystal call while literally

a full minute, the Communication Crystal went silent

hundreds, if not thousands, of attacks during that

the hell is wrong with you?! What do you want?! What is your goal?!" the Sweeper shouted at him while she was trying to hit him with

have no fucking idea

Ancestral Mage's eyes narrowed as rage burned in

then, he stopped his fist in front of the

was an

There was no opening.

as well be an eternal titan guarding an

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

was as elusive

impossible to

be a mystical phantom of

how often he had

The fight continued.