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.

couple of months later, Shang actually had to

but manually due to the

reminded of when he had been trying to comprehend the

felt very similar back

kept focusing on the level four Concept of Death as

months after the start of the Judgment Palace's

alive in the outside world consumed literally

already noticed that his mind was being altered by the

doing his very best to filter out all the

were consuming slight bits of Death Mana without him wanting

starting to lose more

sacrificed over 25 million

other Empires had built around Shang's barrier kept forcing

entered and

enough, they didn't even need

they entered, the Death Mana would kill them faster than they could kill

Mana kept consuming

every Archmage it consumed,

Death Mana had taken

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

Mana in here had…

Changed?

what the right

was less apathetic and more

a way, Shang felt like all the dead Archmages

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

the hatred and regrets were combining to create some kind of primordial force that wanted to end

was not allowed

see the difference between his little Pit of Death and a real

power, quality, and level of the Death Mana here were incomparable to the one from

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

Mana that was around him right now felt very similar to the Death Mana he had experienced after his longevity had run

it felt to

kind of force was trying to pull Shang from the living into the realm of the dead, which was

His life was ending.

being forcefully pulled away from