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

suddenly become so incredibly angry

anger couldn't

was obvious that the Ancestral Mage was extremely serious about this

life on the line, trying his absolute best to kill the two of

that made

when the Ancestral Mage

rung, and he didn't need to check to know who was calling

appear like someone that

wasn't angry and frustrated at his opponents

the Ancestral Mage knew that there was no way for him to make

this would only waste

he supposed

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

orders, and he would

and he wouldn't throw it away after

accept new

result in his death, and he

answer a Communication Crystal call while literally fighting with

minute, the Communication

hundreds, if not thousands, of

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 with

shaking his head. "I have no fucking idea what's

in his eyes. "I must kill

he stopped his fist in front of the Sweeper's

sword was

There was no opening.

lone sword of darkness might as well be an eternal

just moved to the side

Ancestral Mage was as elusive as

was impossible to

Mage might as well be a mystical phantom

how often he had

The fight continued.