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

he was no longer breathing automatically but manually due to

when he had been

felt very

level four Concept of

the start of the Judgment Palace's plan,

outside world

already noticed that his mind was being

very best to filter out all the Death Mana,

body and mind were consuming slight bits

the start, Shang was starting to

Palace had already sacrificed over 25 million Archmages, which

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

entered and

enough, they didn't even need

would kill them faster than they

Mana kept consuming

it consumed,

had taken on very strange

been around a lot of Death Mana back when he had trained in his

in here had…

Changed?

certain what the right

Death Mana was less apathetic and more

a way, Shang felt like all the dead Archmages were trying to

was like all the hate-filled and aggrieved souls that had died here were

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

not allowed

between his little Pit of Death and a real

of the Death Mana

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

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

was how it felt to

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

His life was ending.

pulled away from