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,

DO YOU WANT?!" the Sweeper shouted in confusion, frustration,

so incredibly

anger couldn't possibly

was obvious that the Ancestral Mage was

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

made

happened when the Ancestral

Crystal had rung, and he didn't need to check to

angry and frustrated, making him appear like someone that was desperately trying to grasp for their last glimmer

obviously wasn't angry and frustrated at his

there was no way for him

this would

what was he supposed to

to kill the two of them the smart way by following them and then attacking them outside, but the

follow orders, and he would

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

was also the Ancestral Mage's job to accept

in the middle of a life-and-death battle. And distraction could result

Communication Crystal call while literally

the Communication Crystal went silent

exchanging hundreds,

What is your goal?!" the Sweeper shouted

his head. "I have no fucking

Mage's eyes narrowed as rage burned in his

his fist in

sword was an unassailable

There was no opening.

darkness might as well be an eternal titan guarding an

just moved to the side a little bit to avoid the

Ancestral Mage was as

impossible to hit

Ancestral Mage might as well be a mystical phantom of

how often he had

The fight continued.