Sword God in a World of Magic

The Judgment Palace never stopped.

Every second, without fail, they would send in the next Archmage to die.

Shang kept focusing on comprehending the level four Concept of Death, but even while constantly dying, it wasn't as easy as he thought it would be.

One month after it started, around three million Archmages had already died in Shang's territory.

The entire ground had already been transformed into a literal ocean of blood, and only a couple of mountains poked out of the ocean.

Rotting guts and pieces of human bodies could be seen floating inside the ocean.

Yet, there were no insects or scavengers present.

The density of Death Mana already didn't allow such weak beings to exist.

Shang sat on one of those mountains, but the blood was already starting to touch his legs when there were higher waves.

This ocean wasn't nearly as smooth as the real ocean.

No, this ocean was chunky, muddy, and disgusting.

It was like someone had filtered the majority of the water out of a sewage pipe and filled a pool with everything that remained.

Except that this was redder but also not really that red since the coagulated blood turned black.

The ocean of blood even had a thin black skin.

All in all, it was quite unpleasant.

Another month later, no piece of land could be seen anymore.

Naturally, all the living beings, except for Shang, had also died already.

Shang hadn't moved and was completely surrounded by the blood.

He already needed to filter out the Death Mana that was trying to enter his body and mind.

Not doing anything wouldn't immediately result in his death, but it would slowly poison him over a long time.

had to put some effort into filtering the

like he was no longer breathing automatically but manually due

had been trying to

felt very

just kept focusing on the level four Concept of Death

the start of the Judgment Palace's plan, Shang couldn't train inside his inner

the outside world consumed literally all

was being altered

Shang was doing his very best to filter out all the Death Mana, his filter wasn't

body and mind were consuming slight bits of Death Mana without him wanting

after the start, Shang was starting to lose more life energy than he was

already sacrificed over 25 million Archmages,

blood, but the barriers the other Empires had built around Shang's

Archmages entered and

didn't even need to kill

entered, the Death Mana would kill them faster than they could

kept consuming more

every Archmage it consumed, it became more

the Death Mana had taken on very strange

Mana back when he had trained in his own little Pit of Death, but he had never felt anything like

Death Mana in here

Changed?

wasn't certain what the

Mana was less apathetic

the dead Archmages were trying to take him with them

all the hate-filled and aggrieved souls that had died here were banding

and regrets were combining to create some kind of primordial force that

not allowed

his little Pit of Death

Death Mana here

comprehend the first two Concepts of Death,

Death Mana that was around him right now felt very similar to the Death Mana

was how it

of force was trying to pull Shang from the living into the realm of the dead, which was exactly how he

His life was ending.

was being forcefully pulled away from