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, missing, and avoiding the

WANT?!" the Sweeper shouted in confusion, frustration, and

that Ancestral Mage suddenly become so incredibly angry and

anger couldn't possibly

obvious that the Ancestral Mage was extremely

with his life on the line, trying his absolute best to kill the

made

actually happened when the Ancestral Mage exploded

didn't need to check to

appear like someone that was desperately trying to grasp for their

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

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

knew that this

he

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

to follow orders, and

his first job while being part of the Twilight Dusk Family, and he

course, it was also the Ancestral Mage's job to accept new orders from

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

a Communication Crystal call while literally fighting with his life on

full minute, the

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

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

slowly shaking his head. "I have no fucking idea what's going on,"

burned in his

his fist in front

sword was an unassailable

There was no opening.

might as well be an eternal titan guarding an

moved to

was as elusive as

impossible

as well be a mystical phantom of wind stalking the endless

how often he had shaken his head

The fight continued.