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,

FUCK DO YOU WANT?!" the Sweeper

Mage suddenly become so incredibly angry and then continue

anger couldn't possibly be

Mage was extremely

Sweeper and Shang felt like the Ancestral Mage was fighting with his life on the line, trying his absolute best to kill the

that made no

happened when the Ancestral Mage exploded with

Communication Crystal had rung, and he didn't need to check to

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

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

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

that this would only waste

he supposed

then attacking them outside, but the

job was to follow orders, and he

Twilight Dusk Family, and

Ancestral Mage's job to accept

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

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

full minute, the Communication Crystal

and the Ancestral Mage had been exchanging hundreds, if not thousands, of attacks

hell is wrong with you?! What do you want?! What is your goal?!"

his head. "I have no fucking

rage burned in

stopped his fist in front of the Sweeper's

was

There was no opening.

as well be an eternal titan guarding

moved to the side a little bit to avoid

Ancestral Mage was as elusive

was impossible

be a mystical phantom of wind stalking

often he had shaken his

The fight continued.