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…

Ancestral Mage continued punching, missing,

YOU WANT?!" the Sweeper shouted in

suddenly become so incredibly angry and then continue with

couldn't possibly

was obvious that the Ancestral Mage was extremely serious about

like the Ancestral Mage was fighting with his life on the line, trying his absolute best to kill the two

made

the Ancestral Mage exploded with

didn't need to check to know who

appear like someone that was desperately trying to grasp for their

angry and frustrated at his opponents but at the young

very beginning, the Ancestral Mage knew that there was no way for

that this would only

was he supposed to

then attacking them outside, but the young man had to

was to follow orders, and he

part of the Twilight Dusk Family, and he wouldn't throw it away after so many

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

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

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

a full minute, the Communication Crystal went

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

with you?! What do you want?! What is your goal?!" the Sweeper shouted

head. "I have no fucking

in his eyes. "I

he stopped his fist in front of the

sword was an unassailable

There was no opening.

lone sword of darkness might as well be an eternal titan guarding

but the Ancestral Mage just moved

was

impossible to

might as well be a mystical phantom of wind stalking

he had shaken his

The fight continued.