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

WANT?!" the Sweeper shouted

become so incredibly angry and

couldn't possibly be

Mage

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

that made

happened when the Ancestral Mage exploded with

he didn't need to check to know who was calling

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

at his opponents but

that there was no way for him to make any

knew that this would only waste

was he supposed

smart way by following them and then attacking them outside, but the young

job was to follow orders, and he would

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

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

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

literally fighting with his life on the

a full minute, the Communication Crystal went silent

hundreds, if not thousands,

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

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

rage burned in his eyes. "I must kill

in front of the Sweeper's

was an unassailable

There was no opening.

as well be an eternal

Sweeper attacked again, but the Ancestral Mage just moved

Mage was as elusive as

was impossible

well be a mystical phantom of wind

idea how often he had shaken his head by

The fight continued.