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…

continued punching, missing, and avoiding the

FUCK DO YOU WANT?!" the Sweeper

that Ancestral Mage suddenly become so incredibly angry and then

couldn't

was obvious that the Ancestral Mage was extremely

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

made

happened when the Ancestral Mage exploded

he didn't need to check to know who was

and frustrated, making him appear like someone that was

at his opponents but at the

knew that there was no way

knew that this would only waste

was he supposed to

then attacking them outside, but the young man had to

was to follow orders, and he would do his

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

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

result in

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

minute, the Communication Crystal went

hundreds, if not thousands, of

goal?!" the Sweeper shouted at him while she was trying to hit him with her

his head. "I have no fucking

in his eyes. "I must kill you!"

then, he stopped his fist in front of

was an unassailable

There was no opening.

well be an eternal

Ancestral Mage just moved to the side a little bit to avoid the

was as

impossible

well be a mystical phantom of wind stalking the

often he had shaken

The fight continued.