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 Dooms left the

was the first time since

with creatures

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

their race had been rising in status

it was strange for them to

were in turmoil, Wyot led James and his

on the palace hall’s left side, with Youcef,

longer cried but

platform of the main hall, wearing a

was imposing, surpassing

his hands behind his back, and

“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