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 to the

of when he had been trying to

felt very similar back

kept focusing on the level four

Judgment Palace's plan, Shang couldn't

alive in the outside world consumed literally

his mind was being altered by the

filter out all the Death Mana, his filter wasn't

slight bits of Death Mana

Shang was starting to lose

sacrificed over

filled with blood, but the barriers the other Empires

Archmages entered

didn't even need to

Death Mana would kill them faster than

Death Mana kept

consumed, it became

Mana had

had trained in his own little Pit of Death, but he had

in

Changed?

what the

Death Mana was less apathetic and

Shang felt like all the dead Archmages were trying to

and aggrieved souls that had died here were banding together to

regrets were combining to create some kind of

was not allowed

his little

Death Mana here were incomparable

little Pit of Death might have been enough for Shang to comprehend the first two

now felt very similar to the Death Mana he had experienced after his longevity had run

how it felt

pull Shang from the living into the realm of the dead, which was exactly how

His life was ending.

forcefully pulled away from the