When Green returned once more to the Abyss Battlefield of the Nine Dipper Civilization, the battlefield, where scattered skirmishes had still been taking place a century ago, no longer contained even a trace of abyssal demonic energy. Only the last remnants of the legions remained, clearing away the aftermath of battle.
"Are you certain the Abyssal Devil Race has completely withdrawn?"
Green asked the introducing Sovereign from a hundred years ago.
If the Abyss Devil Ancestors here had completely withdrawn, then the Three-Race Battlefield and all the other battlefields, great and small, should have been abandoned as well.
This was a shark Sovereign in whom power and beauty had fused as one. Even by a wizard's standards of aesthetics, he was an exceptionally elegant and splendid creature.
The Silver Shark King said, "They withdrew thirty years ago. The infiltrators within my race have confirmed it. Not only have the Abyssal Devil Race forces on the front lines withdrawn, but the devils around the outskirts of the Abyss World are also converging toward the bottom of the abyss. It seems the Abyssal Devil Race's Dimensional Esophagus expedition is about to begin!"
After speaking, the Silver Shark King paused, then sighed again. "Before the war, the alliance council and its many races were still fighting over the interests of the world clusters left behind by the Abyssal Devil Race. Now, with so many Sovereigns and Lords of Worlds having fallen, it would already be fortunate if they could preserve their former dominion. How could they still have the strength to advance? After this battle, the Nine Dipper Civilization will need at least tens of thousands of years to recuperate. I only hope that in the future, we will not become enemies of Your Excellency's wizard race."
Green neither confirmed nor denied it,