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

the Sweeper shouted in confusion, frustration,

incredibly

anger couldn't possibly

the Ancestral Mage was extremely serious about this

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

that made no

happened when the

need to check to know who

the Ancestral Mage was so incredibly angry and frustrated, making him appear like someone that

wasn't angry and frustrated at his opponents but at the young

the very beginning, the Ancestral Mage knew that there was no way for him

this would only

he supposed

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

job was to follow orders, and

Twilight Dusk Family, and he wouldn't

to accept new orders from his superior, which was the young

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

Crystal call while literally fighting

a full minute, the

been exchanging hundreds, if not thousands,

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

head. "I have no fucking idea what's

rage burned in his eyes. "I must

his fist in front of the Sweeper's

sword was

There was no opening.

sword of darkness might as well be an eternal titan guarding an

but the Ancestral Mage just moved to the side a

Ancestral Mage was as

was impossible

Mage might as well be a mystical phantom of wind

had no idea how often he

The fight continued.