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.

actually had to put some effort into filtering

automatically but manually due to

was reminded of when he had been trying to comprehend the

felt very similar back

on the level four Concept of Death as more time

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

in the outside world consumed literally all of his

was being altered by the Death

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

were consuming slight bits of Death Mana without

start, Shang was starting to lose more

already sacrificed

other

Archmages entered and

enough, they didn't even need to kill themselves

Death Mana would kill them faster than they

kept consuming more

consumed,

the Death Mana had taken on very strange

Mana back when he had trained in his own little Pit of Death, but he had never

Death Mana in here

Changed?

what the right

Death Mana was less apathetic and more

like all the dead Archmages were trying

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

regrets were combining to create some kind of primordial force that wanted to

not allowed to

could now see the difference between his little Pit

Death Mana

comprehend the first two Concepts of

around him right now felt very similar to the Death Mana he

was how it

Shang from the living into the realm of the dead, which was exactly how he felt whenever he was severely injured

His life was ending.

pulled away from