The Almighty Dragon General

Dong! Dong! Dong! In the fourth layer of the Forladtt Land, the ancient and heavy bell in the Doom Palace Hall echoed throughout the entire Dooms' territory.

Its resonant tones brought all activity to a halt, as every member paused to listen.

The bell tolled rhythmically, continuing for eighty-one strikes, its lingering sound reverberating through the area.

The Chaos Bell was the most exquisite treasure of the Dooms, even more prestigious than the Chaos Sacred Lotus.

Six rings indicated a significant event within the clan.

Twelve rings meant a gathering of high-ranking officials for external war or the death of an elder.

Twenty-four rings signified a critical juncture for the clan or the death of a great elder.

Forty-nine rings indicated a crisis or the death of their leader.

rings, the maximum, were unprecedented since

the first time

Dooms were in an uproar, with creatures scurrying

consensus was that only a life-and-death crisis

were puzzled because their race had been rising in status and was

it was strange for

his companions to the

the palace hall’s left side,

no longer cried but looked

of the main hall, wearing a colorful robe and

was imposing, surpassing that

was filled with anger, his hands behind his back, and his eyes fixed on the hall’s entrance

calmly, “I've never seen him so angry before.” Thea asked, “Did you put too much pressure on him?” James said coldly, “Pressure? If he