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

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

so incredibly angry and then

anger couldn't possibly

the Ancestral Mage was extremely serious

Sweeper and Shang felt like the Ancestral Mage was fighting with his life on the

that made no

actually happened when the Ancestral Mage exploded

and he didn't need to check to know

making him appear like someone that was desperately

angry and frustrated at

very beginning, the Ancestral Mage knew that there was

that this would

was he supposed

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

follow orders, and he

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

to accept new orders from his superior, which was

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

a Communication Crystal call while literally fighting with his life

the Communication Crystal

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

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

have no fucking idea what's going on,"

burned in his eyes. "I must

then, he stopped his fist in front of the Sweeper's sword

was an unassailable

There was no opening.

well

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

Ancestral Mage was

impossible to hit

might as well be a mystical phantom of

often he had shaken his

The fight continued.