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…

continued punching, missing,

DO YOU WANT?!" the Sweeper shouted

so incredibly angry

anger couldn't

that the Ancestral Mage

was fighting with his life on

made no

happened when the Ancestral Mage exploded with

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

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

angry and frustrated at his

Mage knew that there was no way for

knew that this

what was he supposed to

smart way by following them and then attacking them

was to follow orders, and he

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

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

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

Crystal call while literally fighting with his

the Communication Crystal went

been exchanging hundreds, if not thousands, of

your goal?!" the Sweeper shouted at him while she was trying to hit him with

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

burned in his

then, he stopped his fist in front of the

sword was an unassailable

There was no opening.

of darkness might as well be an eternal titan guarding

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

Mage was

impossible

might as well be a mystical phantom of

often he had

The fight continued.