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

automatically but manually due to the

been trying to

felt very similar back

the level four Concept of Death

months after the start of the Judgment Palace's plan, Shang couldn't train inside his inner

in the outside world consumed literally all

mind was being altered by the

though Shang was doing his very best to filter out all the Death Mana, his filter wasn't perfect

slight bits of Death Mana without him wanting

months after the start, Shang was starting to lose

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

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

Archmages entered

they didn't even

entered, the Death Mana would kill them faster than

kept consuming more and

it consumed, it

had taken on very

trained in his own little Pit of

in here had…

Changed?

certain what the

was less apathetic

Archmages were trying to take him

hate-filled and aggrieved souls that had died

and regrets were combining to create some kind of primordial

not

difference between his little

level of the Death Mana here were incomparable to the one

to comprehend the first two Concepts

that was around him right now felt very similar

how it felt to

from the living into the realm of the dead, which was

His life was ending.

being forcefully pulled away from the