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.

Shang actually had to put some

was no longer breathing automatically but manually

when he had been trying

had felt very similar back

focusing on the level four Concept of Death as more time

after the start of the Judgment Palace's plan,

in the outside world consumed literally all of

already noticed that his mind was being altered by the

doing his very best to filter out all the Death Mana,

body and mind were consuming slight bits of Death Mana without

Shang was starting to lose

already sacrificed

with blood, but the barriers the other Empires

Archmages entered and

enough, they didn't even need

entered, the Death Mana would kill

kept

it consumed, it became

the Death Mana had taken on very strange

he had trained in his own little Pit of Death, but he had never felt anything like

in here

Changed?

what the right word

was less

the dead Archmages were trying to take

that had died here were banding together to kill

create some kind of primordial

was not allowed to

see the difference between his little Pit

Mana here were incomparable to the

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

him right now felt very similar to

it

the realm of the dead, which was exactly how he felt whenever he

His life was ending.

forcefully pulled