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,

WANT?!" the Sweeper shouted

did that Ancestral Mage suddenly become so incredibly angry and then continue

couldn't possibly be

was obvious that the Ancestral Mage was extremely serious

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

made no

when the Ancestral Mage

he didn't need to check to know

making him appear

he obviously wasn't angry and frustrated at his opponents but at the

was no way for him to

knew that this

what was he

and then

orders, and

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

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

a life-and-death battle. And distraction could result in his death, and he couldn't possibly operate a Communication Crystal during

call while literally fighting

a full minute, the Communication Crystal

Sweeper and the Ancestral Mage had been exchanging hundreds, if not thousands, of

the hell is wrong with you?! What do you want?! What is your goal?!"

his head. "I have

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

he stopped his fist in front of the

was an

There was no opening.

lone sword of darkness might as well be an eternal titan guarding an

attacked again, but the Ancestral Mage just moved to the

was as

was impossible to hit

be a mystical phantom of wind stalking

idea how often he

The fight continued.