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,

FUCK DO YOU WANT?!" the Sweeper shouted

incredibly angry and then continue with this

couldn't

that the Ancestral Mage was extremely serious about this

fighting with his life on the line, trying his absolute best

made

happened when the Ancestral Mage exploded with

he didn't need

incredibly angry and frustrated, making him appear like someone that was desperately

frustrated at his opponents but

Mage knew that there was no way for him to make

knew that this would

what was he supposed to

the two of them the smart way by following them and then attacking them outside, but the young man had to force him to attack

job was to follow orders, and he would

Dusk Family, and he wouldn't throw it away after so many years of working his

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

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

literally fighting with his life on the line was

full minute, the Communication

Ancestral Mage had been exchanging hundreds, if not thousands,

What do you want?! What is your goal?!" the Sweeper

his head. "I have no fucking idea

eyes narrowed as rage burned in his eyes. "I must kill you!" he

in front

was an

There was no opening.

sword of darkness might as well be

just moved to the side a little bit

Mage was as elusive as

was impossible to hit

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

how often he had shaken

The fight continued.