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,

WANT?!" the

Mage suddenly become so incredibly angry and then continue with this

couldn't possibly be

that the Ancestral Mage was extremely serious

felt like the Ancestral Mage was fighting with his life

that made no

actually happened when the Ancestral

and he didn't need to check

frustrated, making him appear like someone that was desperately trying to grasp for

and frustrated at his opponents but at the young

beginning, the Ancestral Mage knew that there was no way for him to

knew that this would only

he

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

to follow orders, and he

and he wouldn't throw it away after so

accept new

battle. And distraction could result in his death, and

while literally fighting

full minute, the Communication Crystal

exchanging hundreds, if not

goal?!" the

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

Ancestral Mage's eyes narrowed as rage burned in his eyes. "I must

then, he stopped his fist in front of the Sweeper's sword

sword was an unassailable

There was no opening.

as well

Sweeper attacked again, but the Ancestral Mage just moved to the side a

was

impossible to hit

a mystical phantom of wind stalking the endless

no idea how often he

The fight continued.