Quick Transmigration: I'm the Villain's Assistant to the Protagonist

After dodging the hidden arrow, Shen Ying continued walking forward. At this moment, she felt something strange coming from the stone slab under her feet. Her heart jumped, and she instantly realized that she had stepped on a trap.

The ground suddenly collapsed, and Shen Ying lost her footing and instantly lost her balance.

At the critical moment, she turned around sharply and placed her hands and feet firmly against the wall.

Her heart was still pounding, she was panting heavily, and her eyes were full of relief. She thought to herself: Luckily, I gritted my teeth and bought this wall-climbing prop.

She composed herself, looked around, and observed her surroundings.

The stones and patterns on the wall were clearly visible to her.

She carefully adjusted her posture and climbed forward along the wall.

At the end of the corridor, an entrance appeared. Shen Ying pushed off with both feet and lightly leaped into the entrance.

Once she steadied herself, she found herself in a rather spacious area, where rows of terracotta figurines were neatly arranged. They were all different in shape, but they stood there quietly, as if waiting for something, adding a mysterious and eerie atmosphere to the space.

Suddenly, a dull, creaking sound, like a boulder crushing something, came from all directions, echoing and reverberating in the empty space.

The people who were originally standing quietly were imbued with a soul and began to move.

Dust fell from their bodies, and every movement was accompanied by a chilling rustling sound.

The eyes of these dolls flickered with an eerie red light, a light like flames from the depths of hell, radiating endless killing intent.

They marched with neat but stiff steps, initially at a slow pace, but each step caused the ground to tremble slightly. As they got closer to Shen Ying, they began to run faster, stirring up a sinister wind.

Shen Ying's heart tightened, her pupils contracted sharply, and her eyes instantly became extremely sharp.

Without a second thought, she suddenly turned to the side, quickly shifting her feet and lowering her center of gravity, gripping the giant axe tightly.

She held her giant axe horizontally in front of her, ready for battle, her eyes fixed on the surging horde of puppets.

"I'll risk it!" Shen Ying gritted her teeth and went forward without fear.

The giant axe was wielded with great force, each strike carrying immense power, precisely striking the puppet.

With a loud crash, the doll was smashed to pieces, and fragments flew everywhere.

These dolls were very fragile, but Shen Ying soon discovered that things were not so simple.

These fragments, as if alive, began to wriggle on the ground, slowly reassembling and restoring themselves.

She frowned, a sense of unease rising within her: "What the hell is this thing?"

The restored dolls moved even faster, and they quickly formed a pincer movement.

Shen Ying was in danger, and cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

"Don't panic!" Shen Ying gritted her teeth and warned herself.

She gripped the giant axe tightly with both hands, exerted force, and used the momentum of the rotation to make the axe draw a powerful arc around her.

The nearby dolls were instantly struck, and with a crisp cracking sound, pieces of clay flew everywhere.

Her movements were swift and decisive; the sound of the giant axe colliding with the clay figurine echoed in the empty space, and the dust raised blurred the surrounding vision.

She moved so fast that she created a gust of wind, her hair flying wildly in the air.

The giant axe sliced ​​through the air with a sharp whistling sound, and the axe blade struck the puppets precisely, smashing them to pieces with its powerful force.

The red light in the eyes of the surrounding dolls suddenly intensified, and then they pounced on her even more fiercely.

Some swung their weapons at her from the front, while others stretched out stiff arms from the side, trying to grab her.

Shen Ying nimbly sidestepped and dodged, the giant axe drawing silver arcs in the air as it slashed at the puppet's body.

Shen Ying's breathing was rapid and heavy, and large beads of sweat rolled down her forehead, dripping onto her dusty and stained clothes.

Looking at the shattered and reassembled dolls, she thought that if she continued to entangle herself with these strange dolls endlessly, her strength would soon be exhausted, and defeat would only be a matter of time.

Gritting her teeth, Shen Ying quickly took out the freezing prop from her spatial storage.

Without hesitation, he hurled the weapon forcefully at the group of puppets, and in an instant, a dazzling ice-blue light spread outwards.

Wherever it went, the moisture in the air instantly condensed, and the puppets that were originally baring their teeth and claws and rushing forward were instantly frozen by this extreme cold power.

They remained in an attack posture, but could no longer move an inch, their bodies covered with a thick, crystal-clear ice shell.

Taking advantage of the moment the doll was frozen, Shen Ying suddenly exerted force with her legs, and her body rushed forward like an arrow released from a bow.

Finally, Shen Ying saw the stone gate not far ahead, which was the only exit from this space, and she ran towards it.

When she reached the door, she placed her hands on the stone door and used all her strength to push it open.

The stone gate emitted a dull and long creaking sound.

Without the slightest hesitation, Shen Ying slipped inside like a slippery fish.

After entering the stone gate, she quickly turned around and slammed the stone gate shut with both hands.

With a loud bang, the stone door slammed shut.

Shen Ying breathed heavily for a moment, then slowly looked around, only to find herself surrounded by darkness.

Her heart pounded faster than usual; in the unknown darkness, danger seemed to lurk like a ghost at any moment.

Shen Ying took out a lighting prop, then swung her arm forcefully and threw it into the air.

In an instant, a bright light burst forth, like a dazzling warm sun, spreading rapidly in all directions.

The space, which had been shrouded in darkness, was instantly illuminated, and everything around Shen Ying was clearly presented before her eyes.

The walls were covered with murals, some of which were blurred by the passage of time, while some old and broken objects of unknown purpose were scattered on the ground.

Shen Ying took a deep breath to calm her nervous emotions.

She slowly lifted her foot, and just as the sole of her shoe touched the ground, before it had fully landed, she heard a crisp "click".

The sound was particularly abrupt in the silent space, striking her heart like a heavy hammer.

Shen Ying's heart jumped into her throat instantly, and a thought flashed through her mind: Could she be so unlucky as to step on some kind of switch again?

Reality quickly proved her fears true.

In an instant, a sharp whistling sound tore through the air, and countless flying knives shot towards her from all directions.

The throwing knife gleamed with a chilling light in the sunlight, like the scythe of death, exuding a deadly aura.

Shen Ying couldn't help but let out a wail in her heart. Her body reacted instantly, gripping the handle of the giant axe tightly with both hands, her muscles tensing, and her arms spinning rapidly, causing the giant axe to dance around her at high speed.

Under her control, the giant axe formed an impenetrable shield, protecting her entirely within it.

Throwing knives rained down on the giant axe, producing a dense clanging sound. The knives were deflected, some embedding themselves in the ground, others bouncing off course.

Time seemed to stretch out infinitely in this tense atmosphere. No one knew how much time had passed before the rain of flying knives, which had been shooting down like a storm, finally began to subside.

Silence returned, with only Shen Ying's heavy breathing echoing in the empty space.