When it comes to a shift in the situation, the question of who was most affected arises.

Lyle was the first to be excluded since ever since he entered the Hell Plane, he had been constantly on edge. The Hell Plane’s dreadful natural environment, the rolling lava, the cunning monsters, and the Demon Race hooligans who could emerge from any place at any time, along with that assistant spirit which could take his life at any moment. In fact, Lyle felt less pressure after the situation truly turned into a struggle. It was not that the intensity of the pressure had changed, but rather that the hidden threats had been exposed, and the unknown is always the most terrifying.

So, the biggest change in the situation was actually for the Controllers in the stands of the Black Abyss Arena.

Because their racing game had turned into a fighting game, with occasional interludes of the Demon Race’s lava barrage mini-games.

But Plague Doctors are a race with the best self-emotional regulation, which means they are in the best mental state. Under the calm and precise operation, the Spinal Giant Wheel actually showed a trend of rampaging unstoppable.

Not having control over the Spine Wheel, Lyle decided to fully control the Claw of Vermillion to spread the plague, or to deal the finishing blow to the unfortunate Demon Race that came close.

The intelligence was not wrong, these were just the new generation of the Demon Race. Their power did not exceed the capabilities of the plague.

Vomiting, sudden dizziness, and unexpected back strain. These joke-like symptoms always appeared suddenly when the Demon Race’s Spine Wheel got close to Lyle, and then these Demon Race would be half a beat slow like the main character entering bullet time in a game, either impaled by the Spinal Giant Wheel’s bone spikes or flattened by bone claws.

Lyle fought while retreating, moving closer to the crater, followed by the Demon Race like jackals unwilling to give up their fatty prey. Although they would also hurt each other.

The situation was progressing smoothly.

The corpses of the fallen Demon Race, the remnants of the destroyed Spine Wheel, were left behind.

In the eyes of the Demon Race, they were mere failures, and so the Demon Race did not care.

Leaving such wreckage scattered around, Lyle was now enclosed by three Spine Wheels. Combat is the ultimate natural selection, and those who have persisted until now are the Demon Race of fairly excellent strength. Even with the support of remote control and plague, Lyle could only manage to hold his ground. Especially after a long fight, Lyle’s nerves had somewhat numbed, and without the help of the Controller, his own consciousness may have collapsed even sooner.

"But luckily, time’s up."

Under Lyle’s control, the Claw of Vermillion’s fingers touched together. The surging power of Hell, with the help of demon blood in the flesh, was mobilized by Lyle.

"Heretic growth, fleshly turmoil."

Unbeknownst to them, the remains of the Demon Race had already covered every part of the battlefield, carrying Lyle’s plague.

The twisted flesh and broken bone spikes of the Spine Wheel, along with the fallen remains of the Demon Race, amalgamated into one mass. They stood up again, becoming warriors of death. Roaring, they attacked their own kind just like they did in life.

The scales of victory tilted in an instant, just like the numbers of Liches and the Demon Race.

Lyle had raised an army of the dead, although they were all brainless zombies with mere appearances.

Hell has its rules, and as children of Hell, the Demon Race isn’t considered dead after their bodies are destroyed. Their souls are taken by Hell, waiting to be reborn in an untouchable place. So in essence, Lyle had only randomly fashioned some trash puppets using some materials.

Seeing their deceased kin suddenly standing up and attacking them with twisted, hideous faces would send most into a panic. With such a situation, Lyle could shake them off by a wide margin.

However, the Demon Race entangling Lyle remained unresponsive to the abnormalities around them. The Demon Race laughed manically as they smashed the brains of those eerie companions for a second time. Amidst the chaos, Lyle heard a sound, the thunderous roar of a Spine Wheel turning.

A special Spine Wheel was barreling down from the base of the mountain, heading straight for him. In fact, all of the Demon Race machines had been illegally modified. This Spine Wheel, with its black bones, was not particularly remarkable among a bunch of illegal products. What was special was the condition of the Spine Wheel. The black bone wheel, slightly larger than the standard model, looked brand new, its spinal bone spikes unbroken and intact, radiating an obsidian-like shine.

It was rare for anyone to traverse from the boundaries to the center of Hell, the volcano, and keep their equipment in perfect condition.

Lyle had done it, thanks to the high-level Lich Controller behind him.

The black bone wheel had done it, too.

Because its driver possessed similar strength.

The black bone wheel weaved in and out fluidly among the Zombie Demons, without a single Bone Fragment hitting that not-so-small wheel, nor any flesh splattering on it. Wherever the black bone wheel passed, all Demon Race were turned into torches by the fires of Hell.

Within moments, the black bone wheel had broken into the encircling Demon Race around Lyle, and within seconds became Lyle’s main adversary. Its entrance immediately put Lyle into a dilemma.

The scene became extremely chaotic.

The spectators in the stands were firmly captivated by the juggling acts of several Spine Wheels. The Controller, with no mood to be distracted by conversation, accelerated his hand speed; the flesh-and-blood disguise on his fingertips had been shattered, and his bloody bones cast a blur on the controller.

A few people whispered among themselves.

"The Plague Doctor is in danger." Indeed, the danger was of your own making.

"That black wheel, to be on par with the Controller. With such skills, it must be our ’regular customer."

"Now the question is, do we help the Plague Doctor or the regular customer? To put it more simply, do we choose life or money?"

Seven people frowned in thought, finally reaching a conclusion.

"Neither. Neither matters to us."

"Joy is most important."

As if having made a decision, Shiny and Flexibility shared a smile.

"Then let’s use that."

"Indeed, using that would feel more ritualistic."

Watching the members of the Necromancer Figure Club play dumb, the others were displeased.

"What is ’that’?"

"Our Spine Wheel’s most powerful ultimate move, can only be used once."

"Armor Break."

The gentleman contemplated the name for a moment, seemingly a capability to destroy the enemy’s vehicle. If it were a one-time use, the cost must be tremendous. But now the situation had reached this point, as long as they could eliminate these last few troublesome enemies, the path ahead for the Plague Doctor would be clear.

"Shiny, Controller, Flexibility. Use Armor Break."

The Controller sighed, seemingly regretful that a showdown between masters had to end like this.

After a few simple maneuvers, he forcefully pressed the conspicuous skull at the center of the remote control device, a decoration in the eyes of the gentleman and others. The depressed skull opened its mouth wide, emitting a chilling laughter that struck fear in everyone’s hearts.

In Hell, Lyle, who was assisting the Elves with dodging, suddenly found his Spine Wheel crashing to the ground out of nowhere.

A chill ran through his heart. No way, not at this critical moment!

Lyle looked up over his head, where the Spine Wheel’s bone rings rotated by the Demon Race drew closer, ready to grind him to pieces in an instant.

As thoughts flashed through his mind, Lyle heard a voice.

"Dead Man’s Revenge v5.0 activated!"

In Lyle’s surprise, there was a boom.

The Spinal Giant Wheel’s flesh and bones expanded massively, exploding in the next moment. The shower of bone spears that blasted out shattered all nearby Spine Wheels.

Armor Break, destroying all armors, including its own.

Andrei, one of the Liches, was stunned.

The pair from the Magic Research Society and the trio from the Literature Club were dumbfounded as they stared at the three from the Necromancer Figure Club.

Just a second ago, they had blown up their leader.

"If it can’t explode corpses, what kind of shoddy necromancy creation is this!"