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

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

incredibly angry and

couldn't possibly be

Mage

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

that made

what actually happened when the

rung, and he didn't need to check to know

making him appear like someone that was desperately trying to grasp for their last

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

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

this would only

what was he

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

job was to follow orders, and he would do

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

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

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

while literally fighting with his life on

a full minute, the Communication Crystal

Sweeper and the Ancestral Mage had been exchanging hundreds,

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

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

burned in his

in front

sword was an

There was no opening.

well

the Ancestral Mage just moved to the side a little bit to avoid the

Mage was

was impossible

Ancestral Mage might as well be a mystical phantom of wind stalking

had no idea how often he had shaken his head

The fight continued.