C318 The Holy Kesha Who Liked to Peep!

Under the despairing stares of the Taoties, Cello Everett's colossal staff descended with a crash.

"Buzz!"

It was a sight to behold.

The very air seemed to warp and compress under the sheer terror of the staff's descent.

Intercontinental missiles, micro wormhole transport technology—utter nonsense!

In the face of this staff's overwhelming force, the Taotie Warship could only shudder in fear