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,

FUCK DO YOU WANT?!" the

suddenly become so incredibly angry and then continue with this

anger couldn't possibly be

Ancestral Mage

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

made no

happened when the

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

was so incredibly angry and frustrated, making him appear like someone that was desperately trying to grasp for their

angry and frustrated at his opponents but at the

knew that there was no way for him to make any

knew that this would

he supposed to

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

job was to follow orders, and he would

Dusk Family, and he wouldn't throw it away after so many years

accept new

distraction could result in his death, and he couldn't possibly operate a

answer a Communication Crystal call while literally fighting with his

minute, the Communication Crystal went

Ancestral Mage had been exchanging hundreds,

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

only continued slowly shaking his head. "I have no fucking idea what's going on,"

eyes narrowed as rage burned in his eyes. "I must kill you!"

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

again, but the Ancestral Mage just moved to the side a little bit to avoid

was

impossible to hit

be a mystical phantom of wind stalking

no idea how often he had shaken his head

The fight continued.