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…

Mage continued punching,

WANT?!" the Sweeper shouted in

so incredibly

anger couldn't possibly

was obvious that the Ancestral Mage was extremely serious about

like the Ancestral Mage was fighting with his life

that made

the

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

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

frustrated at his opponents

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

this would only waste

was he supposed

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

orders,

Twilight Dusk Family, and he wouldn't throw it away after so many years

to accept new orders from his superior, which was

of a life-and-death battle. And distraction could result in his death, and

while literally fighting with his life on the line was too

full minute, the

hundreds, if

want?! What is your goal?!" the

have no fucking idea what's going on,"

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

then, he stopped his fist in front of the

was

There was no opening.

well be an

Mage just moved to the side a little bit to

Ancestral Mage was as elusive as

was impossible to

as well be a mystical phantom

idea how often he had shaken his

The fight continued.