Chapter 222: Warlord Irene!

A burp? In that instant, everyone's mind went blank. Eyes bulged. Jaws slackened. Allan Dalton hadn't been blown to pieces. Not only that, he was… burping? It looked like he'd just enjoyed a full, satisfying meal. "Got any more?" Allan slanted a sideways glance at them, sounding almost disappointed, as if he hadn't quite had his fill. After swallowing twenty Spirit Bombs, the spiritual power he gained was abundant. Even so, it still fell far short of what he needed to break through to the...