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.

Shang actually had to

was no longer breathing automatically but manually due to the effort

of when he had been trying to comprehend

very similar back

just kept focusing on the level four Concept of Death as

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

in the outside world consumed literally all

his mind was being altered by

his very best to filter out all the Death Mana, his

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

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

had already sacrificed over 25 million Archmages,

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

Archmages entered

even need to

soon as they entered, the Death Mana would kill them

kept

it consumed,

had taken

his own little Pit of

in here had…

Changed?

certain what the right

Mana was less apathetic and

like all the dead Archmages were trying to take

hate-filled and aggrieved souls that had

combining to create some kind of primordial force that wanted

was not

his little Pit of Death and a real

of the Death Mana here

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

very similar to the Death Mana he had experienced

was how it felt to

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

His life was ending.

forcefully pulled away