After many forced experiences, Lyle discovered the problem with the so-called "Auxiliary Soul," just as Mr. Delusion had said, it was hit-or-miss. Sometimes, his Spine Wheel could navigate the crossfire of three Demon Race members as nimbly as fish in water, and sometimes... it was a living nightmare.
Black Abyss Arena.
Andrey the Lich's blood-and-flesh eyeballs were fixed on the giant screen, only feeling their hearts beating again when the white bone wheel grazed the edge of the lava pool to complete a bone-car drift, setting off an even more fervent cheer from the crowd.
Clearly, the recent mishap was regarded by people as a display of knife-edge flair, with only a few of Lyle's seniors and mentors falling into thought, but, due to insufficient evidence, they chose to remain silent.
The eight people who had turned the Hellfire race into a game still had trembling hands on their controllers.
Mr. Gentleman exhaled a sigh of relief and handed the controller over to the operator.
