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

the first time since their

in an uproar, with creatures

consensus was that only a life-and-death crisis could

because their race had been rising in status and was the strongest within

it was strange for them to

were in turmoil, Wyot led James and his companions to the Dooms' Holy Land, the Doom

and Yianni sat on the palace hall’s left

no longer cried but looked

on the highest platform of the main hall, wearing a colorful robe and a

was imposing, surpassing that of

with anger, his hands behind his back, and his eyes fixed on

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