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

THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?!" the Sweeper shouted

incredibly angry and

anger couldn't

that the Ancestral Mage

like the Ancestral Mage was fighting with his life on

made

happened when the Ancestral Mage exploded with

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

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

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

beginning, the Ancestral Mage knew that there was no way for him to make any progress in

that this would

he

and then attacking them outside, but the young man had to force him to attack

was to follow orders,

part of the Twilight Dusk Family, and

was also the Ancestral Mage's job to accept new

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

Communication Crystal call while literally fighting with his

the Communication Crystal

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

What is your goal?!" the Sweeper shouted at him while

continued slowly shaking his head. "I have no fucking idea

narrowed as rage burned in his eyes. "I must

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

was

There was no opening.

as well be an

Sweeper attacked again, but the Ancestral Mage just moved to

was as

was impossible to hit

Ancestral Mage might as well be a mystical phantom of wind stalking the endless

no idea how often he had shaken

The fight continued.