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 Sweeper shouted in confusion, frustration, and

Ancestral Mage suddenly become so incredibly angry and then continue with this stupid

anger couldn't possibly be

obvious that the Ancestral Mage was extremely serious about this

felt like the Ancestral Mage was fighting with his life on the

made no

the Ancestral

he didn't need to check to know who

and frustrated, making him appear like someone that was

he obviously wasn't angry and frustrated at his opponents

Ancestral Mage knew that there was no way for him

knew that this would only waste

was he supposed to

of them the smart way by following them and then attacking them

orders, and he

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

Ancestral Mage's job to accept

of a life-and-death 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 was too

full minute, the Communication Crystal went silent

exchanging hundreds, if not thousands, of

your goal?!" the Sweeper shouted at him while she was trying to

only continued slowly shaking his head. "I have

rage burned in his

then, he stopped his fist in front of the Sweeper's sword

was an

There was no opening.

well be

just moved to the side a little bit to avoid the

was as elusive

was impossible to

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

often he

The fight continued.