Given Li Wei's current status and renown in Barto Hell, no matter where he went, he was a towering figure who drew all eyes.
There was no other reason: sixty years ago, this End Dragon had defied all opposition and resolutely released the Daughter of Destruction, tamed her, and led her in smashing through the Nine Hells. The tale still circulated through every layer of Barto Hell to this day.
Thus, in the subconscious impression of most devils, this newly appointed Silver Dragon Grand Duke was practically a mercurial mobile natural disaster, sparing neither friend nor foe.
For precisely that reason, back when Li Wei appeared in Cania, the Eighth Hell, and set over a hundred thousand trial warriors and the Titan Legion looking ready to tear Cania apart the very next second, Mephistopheles, the lord of the Eighth Hell, had already retreated into his Mephistar, prepared at any moment to "jump down the well" and use Asmodeus as a shield.
It was said that when Li Wei descended upon Minauros, the Third Hell, word even spread that Viscount Mammon, that salted fish, had fled overnight to the upper reaches of the River Styx to lay eggs and propagate the next generation, leaving the devils caught between laughter and tears.
There was no other reason. The psychological shadow cast by the beating they had taken back then was simply too vast; even now, they had not recovered from it.
This young dragon simply had no martial virtue. Getting hurt was one thing, but if they kept getting beaten up, what would become of their dignity as devil lords?!
And because the dragon's return had caused such a tremendous stir, there was no need for any separate notification. When Li Wei led his old subordinates to the Bronze Fortress, every infernal