The moment Jiang Lin stood on the battlefield, sword qi ran rampant.
The battlefield stretching a hundred miles was filled with frost and icy qi.
To the divine race, it seemed that with just a thought from Jiang Lin, their heads would roll from their shoulders, their bodies would completely turn into specks of light, and their godhoods would be erased.
At the rear of the myriad races, Matchmaker Old Man and Jia Chang'an, who were stationed at the battlefield, both breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Jiang Lin arrive.
In their eyes, Jiang Lin's journey to that Nether Abyss had been a narrow escape from death, and there had been a high chance he would never return.
Now, not only had Jiang Lin returned, but his sword qi was also so powerful that he had already reached the Spirit Refinement Realm.
This was the best possible result.
High above the clouds, the little girl sitting on the throne curled her lips into a faint smile.
"Withdraw the troops. The time isn't right yet."
The little girl issued the order to the divine spirit before her.
Although they did not know why the God King had taken the initiative to withdraw, especially since the Jiang Lin whom the God King had been waiting for had already arrived, they absolutely would not disobey the supreme ruler's command.
Very soon, the divine race's order spread across the battlefield, and the divine race began withdrawing its troops.
The myriad races also breathed a sigh of relief at the divine race's retreat.
Just moments ago, they had thought this final war was bound to end in defeat.
Once they lost this final war, the last remaining continent under Heaven would fall as well, which meant that the myriad races would enter the