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,

the Sweeper shouted

incredibly angry

couldn't possibly be

that the Ancestral Mage was extremely serious

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

made no

actually happened when the Ancestral Mage

need to check to know who was calling

and frustrated, making him appear like someone that was desperately trying to grasp for their last glimmer

at his opponents but at the young

knew that there was no way for him to make any progress in

knew that this would

was he supposed

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

to follow orders, and he would do

his first job while being part of the Twilight Dusk Family, and he wouldn't throw it away after so many years

the Ancestral Mage's job to accept new orders from his

of a life-and-death battle. And distraction could result

while literally fighting with his life

minute, the Communication Crystal

the Ancestral Mage had 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 while she was trying to

only continued slowly shaking his head. "I have no

as rage burned in his eyes. "I must kill you!" he

his fist in

was an

There was no opening.

as well be an eternal titan guarding

but the Ancestral Mage just moved to the

Ancestral Mage was as

impossible to

might as well be a mystical phantom of wind stalking the

had no idea how often he had shaken his head by

The fight continued.