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,

the

incredibly

anger couldn't

that the Ancestral Mage was extremely serious about

felt like the Ancestral Mage was fighting with his life on the line, trying his absolute best

made

happened when the

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

him appear like someone that was desperately trying to grasp

frustrated at his opponents

knew that there was no way for him to make any

knew that this would only waste

what was he

the smart way by following them and then attacking them outside, but

orders, and he would

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

was also the Ancestral Mage's job to accept new orders from his

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

answer a Communication Crystal call while literally fighting with his life on

minute, the Communication Crystal

hundreds, if not thousands, of attacks during that time

the hell is wrong with you?! What do you want?! What is your goal?!" the Sweeper shouted at him while she was trying to hit him

"I have no fucking idea

in his eyes. "I must kill

fist in

was an

There was no opening.

as well be an eternal titan

Sweeper attacked again, but the Ancestral Mage just moved

Ancestral Mage was as elusive as

was impossible to

a mystical phantom of wind stalking

often he had shaken

The fight continued.