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…

Mage continued punching,

DO YOU WANT?!" the Sweeper shouted

did that Ancestral Mage suddenly become so incredibly angry

anger couldn't possibly be

obvious that the Ancestral Mage was extremely serious

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

made no

happened when the Ancestral Mage exploded

had rung, and he didn't need to check to

him appear like someone that was desperately trying to grasp for their last glimmer of

and frustrated at his opponents but

knew that there was no

knew that this

what was he supposed

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

to follow orders, and he would do

Family, and he

the Ancestral Mage's job to accept new

And distraction could result in his

while literally fighting with his life on the line was too

full minute, the Communication Crystal

had been exchanging hundreds, if not

goal?!" the Sweeper shouted

slowly shaking his head. "I have

Mage's eyes narrowed as rage burned in his eyes. "I must kill

his fist in

sword was an unassailable

There was no opening.

lone sword of darkness might as well be an

attacked again, but the Ancestral Mage just moved to

Ancestral Mage was as elusive

was impossible to

Mage might as well be a mystical phantom of wind stalking the

no idea how often he had shaken his

The fight continued.