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 Sweeper shouted in confusion, frustration, and

incredibly angry and

anger couldn't possibly be

obvious that the Ancestral Mage was extremely serious about

with his life on

made no

what actually happened when the Ancestral Mage exploded

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

Mage was so incredibly angry and frustrated, making him appear like

at his opponents

that there was no way for

this

he

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

orders,

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

Ancestral Mage's job to accept new orders

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

a Communication Crystal call while literally fighting with his life

minute, the Communication Crystal went silent

Sweeper and the Ancestral Mage had been exchanging hundreds, if

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

shaking his head. "I have no fucking idea what's going on,"

rage burned in his eyes.

fist in front

was an unassailable

There was no opening.

sword of darkness might as well be an eternal

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

was as elusive

impossible

Ancestral Mage might as well be a mystical phantom of

he had

The fight continued.