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

but

of when he had been trying

very similar

level four Concept of Death as

Palace's plan, Shang couldn't train

outside world consumed literally all of

noticed that his mind was being altered by the

his very best to filter out all the Death

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

to lose more life

Palace had already sacrificed over 25 million

with blood, but the barriers the other Empires had built around Shang's barrier kept forcing the

Archmages entered and

enough, they didn't even need

would kill them faster than they could kill

Mana kept consuming more and

every Archmage it consumed, it became

more, the Death Mana had taken on very strange

trained in his own little Pit

Mana in here had…

Changed?

wasn't certain what

was less apathetic and

all the dead Archmages were trying to take him with them into

and aggrieved souls that

the hatred and regrets were combining to create some kind of

not

now see the difference between his little Pit of Death and a real

and level of the Death Mana

Pit of Death might have been enough for Shang to comprehend the first two Concepts of Death, but it wouldn't

right now felt very similar

it

living into the realm of the dead, which was

His life was ending.

forcefully pulled away