"We've come this far. I've got nothing left to say—yes, I'm Demon Path."
"But Number 11..."
Zhong Yi narrowed his eyes at Guo Yunwen.
"You shouldn't be a Medium, should you?"
"That's right. I'm a Rotting Demon."
Guo Yunwen did not bother denying it.
A Medium could inspect the spirits in the match and determine how many people had died.
A Rotting Demon, meanwhile, could discover corpses on the map and likewise tell when someone had died.
That was why he had dared to impersonate a Medium.
Unfortunately, the Rotting Demon's win condition was to consume four corpses.
Guo Yunwen had only eaten one corpse so far. The game had ended too quickly, leaving him with no hope of winning.
Whether he helped the good side or the Demon Path rested on a single thought.
"I can't win anymore, so I'm going to help the good side."
Guo Yunwen said it outright without hiding anything.
The Demon Race was just such a strange faction.
Because their win conditions were so harsh, it was common for them to cooperate and form alliances with other factions.
"Fine. Then you'd better help properly. If Brother Shen hadn't helped you cut down Number 13 with one strike... you'd have been Curse Killed by now."
Zhong Yi shook his head.
"Number 13 was a Death Caster?"
Shen Yan immediately picked up on the crucial information.
He took the bait!
Zhong Yi secretly rejoiced, but his face remained utterly expressionless.
The only information advantage he possessed now was Number 13's identity!
No one had called out Xiao Hongzhi for impersonating a Swordsman, which meant the real Swordsman had most likely already fallen.
Then there was only one person left who could still kill...
"That's right. Number 13 was my teammate, a Death Caster."
Zhong Yi nodded,