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.

the maximum, were unprecedented since the Dooms left the Dark

was the first

were in an uproar, with creatures scurrying

consensus was that only a life-and-death crisis

their race had been rising in status and was the strongest

for them to face a

James and his companions to the Dooms' Holy Land, the Doom Ancestral

hall’s left side, with Youcef, Jaime, and

longer cried but

main hall, wearing a colorful robe and

was imposing, surpassing

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

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