The white light racing along the spiraling track of the World Snake was now, at an astonishing speed, charging into the ranks of the second echelon.
The Asla White Kirin did not, like the other Flywheel, make a move to attack other opponents.
It was just fast!
Unprecedentedly fast!
The terrifying wind pressure generated at the very instant it shot past an opponent was already enough to squeeze that opponent's Flywheel straight up against the guardrail of the track!
They wanted to attack this dark horse Flywheel, but they couldn't lock onto the Asla White Kirin's movements at all; they didn't even see its tail flame. In just the blink of an eye, it had vanished like a ghost.
On the light screen, Lei Yaz's ranking was at this moment climbing at a terrifying pace.
He had originally been at the very bottom, to the point he shouldn't have appeared on the screen's rankings at all—but at some unknown point, his name had appeared at the very end of the list.
