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…

Mage continued punching, missing, and

the

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

anger couldn't possibly

Ancestral Mage

Mage was fighting with his life on the line, trying his absolute best to kill

made no

what actually happened when the Ancestral Mage exploded

need to check to

appear like someone that was desperately trying to grasp for their last

he obviously wasn't angry and frustrated at his opponents but at the

that there was

that this would only

was he supposed

the smart way by following them and then attacking them

was to follow orders,

Family, and he wouldn't throw it away after so many

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

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

Crystal call while literally fighting with his life on

minute, the Communication Crystal went silent

been exchanging hundreds, if not thousands, of attacks during that

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

his head. "I have no fucking

burned in his eyes. "I must

he stopped his fist in

sword was an unassailable

There was no opening.

well be

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

Ancestral Mage was as

impossible to hit

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

no idea how often he had

The fight continued.