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 put some effort into

no longer breathing automatically but

was reminded of when he had been trying to comprehend

felt very similar back

the level four Concept of Death

months after the start of the Judgment Palace's plan, Shang couldn't

outside world consumed literally

mind was being altered by the Death

to filter out all

slight bits of Death Mana

months after the start, Shang was starting to lose more

the Judgment Palace had already sacrificed over

already fully been filled with blood, but the barriers the other Empires had built around Shang's barrier kept forcing the blood into

entered

enough, they didn't even need

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

kept consuming

consumed, it became

the Death Mana had taken on very strange

his own little Pit of Death, but he had never felt

in here had…

Changed?

certain what

was less

felt like all the dead Archmages were

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

to create some

not allowed

could now see the difference between his little Pit

level of the Death Mana here were incomparable to the one from back

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

felt very similar to the

was how it

the realm of the dead, which was

His life was ending.

forcefully pulled away