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, and

THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?!" the

incredibly angry and

couldn't possibly

that the Ancestral Mage was extremely serious about

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

made no

when the Ancestral Mage exploded with

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

so incredibly angry and frustrated, making him appear like someone that was desperately trying to grasp for

wasn't angry and frustrated at his

was no way for him to make any

that this would

was he

way by following them and then attacking them outside, but the

follow orders, and

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

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

distraction could result in his death, and he couldn't possibly operate a

literally

minute, the Communication

been exchanging hundreds, if not

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

head. "I have no fucking

rage burned in

in

was an

There was no opening.

of darkness might as well be an eternal titan guarding

but the Ancestral Mage just moved to the side

Ancestral Mage was as elusive as

impossible to hit

as well be a mystical phantom of

how often he had shaken his head

The fight continued.