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,

DO YOU WANT?!" the

incredibly angry and then continue with

couldn't

the Ancestral Mage was extremely serious about

the Ancestral Mage was fighting with his life on the line, trying his absolute best to kill the two of

made no

what actually happened when the Ancestral

and he didn't need to

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

obviously wasn't angry and frustrated at his opponents but

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

that this would

what was he

kill the two of them the smart way by following them and then attacking them

orders,

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

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

Communication Crystal call while literally fighting with his life on the line was too

full minute, the

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

your goal?!" the

"I have no fucking idea what's going on," he

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

in front of the Sweeper's sword

was an

There was no opening.

lone sword of darkness might as well be an eternal titan

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

was as

impossible

might as well be a mystical phantom

often he had shaken his head

The fight continued.