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, and

DO YOU WANT?!" the Sweeper

that Ancestral Mage suddenly become so incredibly angry and

anger couldn't possibly be

that the Ancestral Mage was extremely serious about this

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

that made no

actually happened when the

Crystal had rung, and he didn't need

now, the Ancestral Mage was so incredibly angry and frustrated, making him appear

frustrated at his opponents but

Mage knew that there was no way for him to make any progress in this

that this would

what was he

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

job was to follow orders, and he would

job while being part of the Twilight Dusk Family, and he wouldn't throw it away after

accept new orders from his superior, which was the young

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

a Communication Crystal call while literally fighting with

the Communication

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

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

"I have no fucking idea what's going on,"

as rage burned in

then, he stopped his fist in front

was

There was no opening.

well be

Ancestral Mage just moved to the side a little

Ancestral Mage was as elusive as

impossible to hit

well be a mystical phantom of wind stalking the endless

how often he had shaken

The fight continued.