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…

Mage continued punching, missing, and avoiding the

DO YOU WANT?!" the Sweeper shouted in confusion,

so incredibly angry and then continue with this stupid

anger couldn't possibly be

that the Ancestral Mage

like the Ancestral Mage was fighting with his life on

made no

what actually happened when the Ancestral

Communication Crystal had rung, and he didn't need to check to know who was calling

now, the Ancestral Mage was so incredibly angry and frustrated, making him appear like someone that

at his opponents but at

the very beginning, the Ancestral Mage knew that there was no way

knew that this would only waste

was he supposed

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

was to follow orders,

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

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

was in the middle of a life-and-death battle. And distraction could result

while literally fighting with his life on

a full minute, the Communication

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

What do you want?! What is your goal?!" the

his head. "I have no fucking idea what's

rage burned in his eyes. "I

fist in front of the

was an

There was no opening.

might as well be an

just moved to the side a

Mage was as elusive

impossible to

Ancestral Mage might as well be a

idea how often he had shaken his head

The fight continued.