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

breathing automatically but manually due to the effort and

was reminded of when he had been

had felt very similar back

kept focusing on the level four

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

in the outside world consumed literally all of

that his mind was

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

and mind were consuming slight bits

months after the start, Shang was starting to lose more

now, the Judgment Palace had already sacrificed over 25 million

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

Archmages entered

even need to kill themselves

Mana would kill them faster

Mana kept consuming

consumed,

the Death Mana had taken on very strange

been around a lot of Death Mana back when he had trained in his own little Pit of Death, but he had never felt anything like this

Death Mana in here had…

Changed?

what the

was less apathetic and more

all the dead Archmages

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

hatred and regrets were combining to create some kind

not allowed

between his little Pit

Mana here were incomparable to the one from back

enough for Shang to comprehend the first two Concepts of Death,

him right now felt very similar to the

how it felt to

the living into the realm of the dead, which

His life was ending.

forcefully pulled away from the