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.

months later, Shang actually had to put some

breathing automatically but manually due to

when he had been trying to comprehend the Concept

had felt very similar

focusing on the level four Concept of Death as more time

Palace's plan, Shang couldn't train inside

outside world consumed

that his mind was being altered by the

best to filter out all the Death Mana, his

body and mind were consuming slight bits of Death

Shang was starting to

the Judgment Palace had already sacrificed over

had already fully been filled with blood, but the barriers the other Empires had built around

Archmages entered and

even need to kill

Mana would kill them

Mana kept

Archmage it consumed, it became

the Death Mana had taken

had been around a lot of Death Mana back when he had trained in his own little Pit of Death, but

Mana in

Changed?

certain what the

Death Mana was less

the dead Archmages were trying

the hate-filled and aggrieved souls that had died here were banding together to kill

to create some kind of primordial force that wanted to

was not allowed

difference between his little Pit of Death and a

of the Death Mana here were incomparable to

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

that was around him right now felt very similar to the Death Mana he had experienced after his longevity had run

it felt

the realm of the dead, which was exactly how he felt whenever

His life was ending.

forcefully pulled away from