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

was like he was no longer breathing automatically but manually due to the

reminded of when he had been trying to comprehend

felt very similar back

just kept focusing on the level four

Palace's plan, Shang couldn't train inside his

alive in the outside world consumed literally all of his

noticed that his mind was

his very best to filter

and mind were consuming slight bits of Death Mana without

after the start, Shang was starting to lose

now, the Judgment Palace had already sacrificed over 25 million Archmages, which was

filled with blood, but the barriers the other

entered

didn't even need

Death Mana would kill them

kept consuming

every Archmage it consumed,

had

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

Mana in here had…

Changed?

certain what the

less

the dead Archmages

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 all

not

between his little

and level of the Death Mana here were

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

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

how it

into the realm of the dead, which was exactly how he

His life was ending.

being forcefully pulled away