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.

were unprecedented since the Dooms left

the first time since their

uproar, with creatures scurrying about

only a life-and-death crisis could warrant

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

strange for them to face a

in turmoil, Wyot led James and his

sat on the palace hall’s left

cried but looked extremely

platform of the main hall, wearing

imposing, surpassing that of an

back, and his eyes fixed on the hall’s entrance with

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,