Since being resurrected in Hell, Baier had always believed that the greatest threat on Hell's side was his own kind—the Devils—
And the endless Kamara people.
In terms of threat level, his own kind ranked above Demons, who ranked above the Kamara people.
Because there were the most Devils, and Devils understood Devils best. There was also direct competition for interests among their own kind.
So from any angle, the most dangerous thing to a Devil was always another Devil.
As for Demons—their god had presumably found some way to break through the Lord of Hell's one-way blockade over Hell, occasionally letting batches of "mad dogs" from the Abyss through to bite whatever they saw.
Baier had practically grown used to it.
Devils and Demons had been fighting for so many years that nobody could remember what they had started fighting over. Perhaps they had simply run into each other and gone to war, all the way until now.
Given how insane Demons were, they needed no reason to fight. If they wanted to fight, they fought. Sometimes they might not even have wanted to fight—their minds had yet to react when their bodies instinctively moved first and launched an attack.
All these years, neither side had defeated the other. Demons were more numerous, but Devils were more organized, coordinated, and united.
Well, that sounded a little strange, but if Demons were the benchmark, then Devils truly were quite "united."
As mortal enemies, both sides had become part of each other's lives.
It was not too strange for a god of the Abyss to break through Hell's blockade. They were both gods, after all.
As for the Kamara people, their history of fighting the Devil Race was also quite long. Yet they had never dealt the Devil Race a truly