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.

unprecedented since the Dooms left

fact, it was the first time since their

Dooms were in an uproar, with creatures scurrying about and spreading the

was that only a life-and-death crisis could warrant such

they were puzzled because their race had been rising in status and was the strongest within the Greater

was strange for them to face

led James and his companions to

on the palace hall’s left side,

longer cried

stood on the highest platform of the main hall,

surpassing that of an

face was filled with anger, his hands behind his back, and his eyes fixed

“He seems to have been forced into a comer.” James replied 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 can’t control the Dooms, then they do not deserve to exist.” Thea looked at James, hesitant to