Reed silenced the surrounding noise with a shout and walked toward the high platform where Ryder stood. Ascending the stairs step by step, he reached the side of the young host who was half-pretending to be him and pulled him in with a strong arm.

Although born a news clerk, during the tumultuous years in the Flashing Field, Reid’s physique far surpassed that of an average person, and his arm encircled the host like an iron clamp, utterly controlling him.

This action gave Ryder a huge scare. He adopted this name, of course understanding a bit about airship racing. Seeing that iron mask, he instantly knew who came, forgetting how to speak for a moment.

Reed seized the loudspeaker: "Come, come, come! Let me tell everyone a story of a race on a desert island, woven by blood and death!"

In the clear sky, Gel, flying at the forefront, also noticed the uninvited guest breaking into the racing airship fleet.

Whether it was his own racing skills or the "Flame of Skybreak" crafted with considerable effort by the Sky Flame Shipyard, both allowed him to secure an advantage in most cases.

Closely pursuing him was an old rival he had known before, Lindson, piloting the "Celestial Blue Cloud Shadow" from Cloud Shipyard.

"Hey, Gel, do you know that guy?"

"Nope."

"Heh, well then, if he wants to crash the party, he must see if we agree or not. Flying past those wastrels behind is easy, but getting past us won’t be that simple!"

At this moment, one-third of the scheduled track had elapsed, and Andasu had already surpassed five airships trailing behind.

Li Ang sat on the Howling Wolf, watching Andasu effortlessly overtake five ships as if drinking water, without any thrills because their levels weren’t even in the same tier.

The newly born Howling Wolf was not the same concept as the past ship, and Li Ang personally experienced this when he was pinned to the seat back at the Flashing Field; now, this power only exceeded that.

Andasu had fully entered her state, her eyes only on the rapid high-speed competition.

Among the seven ships left in front, apart from the two leading, the other five had started preparing to intercept her.

The pilots of these racing boats seemed somewhat reminiscent of those in the Flashing Field, and though certainly not as fierce as back then, pulling some intercept fake moves was to be expected.

Andasu opened the cockpit, directly flipping out. The high-altitude gale poured into the cockpit, causing the Howling Wolf to tremble due to the turbulent airflow, yet it maintained a level and stable trajectory while the chaotic wind scattered the Blood Fragrance she released, enhancing her physical capacity, far and wide.

White Wolf’s large tail swayed in the wind. Outside the cabin, she threw the grappling hook, latching onto two ships intending to intercept her, pointing her Silver Gun at them.

Those two racers, having never seen such a sight, turned ashen-faced and immediately decelerated, declaring their surrender.

Retracting the grappling hook, Andasu charged straight at another ship upfront not planning on yielding, with an utterly do-or-die attitude.

Upon seeing her attack, that ship held its ground for over a second, ultimately not daring to gamble with the consequence of colliding with her and made way on the track.

The Howling Wolf swept past that ship with an almost impossible flight arc, a near taunt proclaiming he didn’t need clearance to pass.

Gaining advantage, Andasu smoothly navigated through three aerial rings set on the course and burst through more than a dozen balloons, hitting all these so-called score points.

The Howling Wolf adhering to this rule wasn’t from respect for the competition, but purely strolling over them with audacious dominance, sending the message: Your stuff is simply no match.

Dragging the torn balloon skins and the intertwined ribbons on them, the silver racing boat roared ahead like an Evil Beast.

The audience in the City of the Ship’s Rudder became polarized; some shouted enthusiastically, while others were dumbfounded.

Reed, still expressing eloquently, continued: "Among these terrifying speedsters, each like killers, an outsider emerged, a young Beast-Earkin with short white hair..."