The motorcycle's beam traced a rainbow arc along the spines of curved buildings.
Vicious cold winds slashed across He Ao's cheeks through the helmet, as a series of urgent red pop-ups almost filled the screen in his field of vision.
That was a warning of the motorcycle's tires skidding.
In the rain, on steel frameworks and smooth paintwork, even the enhanced grip of the Wild Wolf motorcycle tires often resulted in skidding.
Soon, He Ao was about to reach the very top of this spine.
And at that moment, his tires slipped slightly, causing the whole bike to instantly veer to the left.
In that critical instant, he planted his left foot on the ground, forcefully providing a push to right the motorcycle.
A surge of pain radiated from his foot; even a C-level body couldn't fully withstand such a strong impact.
In that instant, the whole motorcycle soared over the summit of the sail-like structure, charging diagonally upward into the 137-meter-high curtain of rain.
