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

In the darkness, the eerie atmosphere grew even heavier, with faint whispers emanating from the depths of hell.

"Why did that person suddenly appear here?" A voice, filled with doubt and a hint of fear, echoed eerily in the darkness.

"How would I know? Why don't you go ask?" another voice immediately chimed in, its tone revealing impatience and a hint of cunning as it tried to pass the buck.

"Ha, I knew you bastard had been harboring resentment towards me for a long time! What? You have such a good thing, why don't you go yourself, but instead try to instigate me?" The previously shrill voice suddenly rose several pitches, and the gunpowder in the voice instantly intensified.

"You idiot, babbling on and on, you're such a coward! Just say what you mean, stop beating around the bush. But honestly, I think we still need to figure out the situation, otherwise we might accidentally offend that person..." The words had barely left his lips when a deathly silence fell over the surroundings.

Shen Ying looked around warily. Suddenly, a chilling wind howled past, and a group of dark knights and ghost mages appeared before Shen Ying and her companions without warning, like phantoms.

The Dark Knight's black armor exuded an aura of death, and the hooves of his warhorse pounded the ground with a chilling clatter.

The ghost mage floated in mid-air, his eyes flashing with an eerie light, and the staff in his hand faintly pulsating with magical power.

Shen Ying instantly assumed a defensive stance, while Zhang Wei instinctively stepped forward to block her.

Beneath the wide hoods of the ghost magicians, where faces should have been, lay empty spaces, like endless dark abysses, exuding an indescribable eeriness.

Because they have no faces, it's impossible to discern their expressions, giving them a mysterious and eerie feel.

Looking at the Dark Knights, they all wore cold, hard masks with strange runes engraved on them, revealing only two eyes that gleamed with a cold light, making it equally difficult to see their true faces and emotions.

However, this group of enigmatic dark knights and ghost magicians, without exception, revealed obvious obsequiousness and fear when facing Zhang Wei.

The leading ghost mage seemed to have mustered his courage and was about to say something, but in the next second, his body suddenly froze as if he had been frozen in place, and then began to tremble slightly. His body, which had been floating calmly, became somewhat shaky and unstable.

The other ghostly mages and dark knights around it were the same; each one seemed to have encountered the most terrifying thing in the world, silent and trembling uncontrollably, making the whole scene even more eerie and tense.

A moment later, the ghost mage chanted incantations and raised his staff high with both hands. In an instant, eerie dark green rays of light shot out from the tip of the staff like meteors, piercing the darkness and heading straight for Zhang Wei.

At the same time, the Dark Knights spurred their horses on, their steeds neighing as they charged towards Zhang Wei like black lightning, their spears gleaming with a chilling light as they aimed for Zhang Wei's vital points.

These monsters seemed to scoff at Shen Ying's fighting prowess, focusing all their main attacks on Zhang Wei.

Despite the overwhelming offensive, Zhang Wei remained completely at ease.

He moved with lightning speed, weaving freely through the enemy ranks. His sword gleamed with silver light, and each swing unleashed a sharp burst of sword energy.

Zhang Wei dodged the ghost mage's magical attack by sidestepping, shattering the light it emitted with his sword energy. He then leaped into the air, kicking away the charging dark knight, while his sword precisely deflected the lance of another knight.

As Shen Ying watched the group of ghost mages and dark knights surge towards Zhang Wei like a tidal wave, a sense of doubt arose in her heart.

Why are they only targeting Zhang Wei? Are they planning to take down the stronger ones first before dealing with this nobody?

The thought flashed through her mind, and Shen Ying frowned, firmly gripping the giant axe with both hands.

With a clear, crisp shout, she dashed into the battle like lightning.

Shen Ying gripped the giant axe tightly with both hands, swung it high, and used all her strength to smash it down on one of the dark knights. The axe hit the back of the knight's head, which was covered by a helmet, without missing a beat.

With a clang, the Dark Knight stopped moving. Then, he slowly turned his head 180 degrees. Beneath his empty mask, black flames glared at her menacingly, sending chills down her spine.

But when it saw Shen Ying, the burning black flames suddenly froze for a moment, and the flickering flames paused.

Immediately afterward, the Dark Knight reacted a beat too late, letting out a shrill wail as his head, which had seemed perfectly steady, suddenly fell off and rolled to the ground with a "gurgle".

Shen Ying was startled. It seemed that her axe blow was quite powerful, as it had actually smashed its head off.

The other dark knights and ghost mages beside it, after witnessing this scene, seemed to be so shocked that they were speechless, as if they had collectively fallen into a state of silence.

After a moment, they decisively turned their heads, pretending not to have seen anything, and continued to attack Zhang Wei.

Zhang Wei seemed to be possessed by a god of war, his movements fluid and powerful.

Faced with the ghost mage's magical attack, he moved like lightning, easily dodging to the side. Then, he turned his sword, and a sharp sword aura roared out, instantly shattering the magical attack into countless shimmering light spots that dissipated into the darkness.

Almost simultaneously, Zhang Wei lightly stepped forward and rushed towards the ghost magician.

With a flash of cold light, the sword in his hand pierced straight towards the ghost mage's chest.

The ghost mage didn't even have time to react before his body vanished without a trace, like smoke scattered by a gust of wind.

Zhang Wei launched a relentless attack, his footwork agile and unpredictable, his sword wielded with impenetrable speed. His leaping figure moved like lightning in the darkness, his sword slashing down fiercely, striking the knight's lance with pinpoint accuracy. The metal clashed, sparking dazzling flashes, and the powerful force knocked the knight off his horse.

Time ticked by, and the fierce battle lasted for about half an hour.

Under Zhang Wei's powerful attacks and Shen Ying's close cooperation, the Ghost Mage and Dark Knight gradually lost their ability to fight back.

Their figures became ethereal one by one, eventually dissipating into the air like smoke.

Shen Ying's chest rose and fell gently, her breathing was slightly rapid, fine beads of sweat slid down her cheeks, and a few strands of hair were also wet with sweat, sticking messily to her face.

She calmed herself down a bit and then turned her gaze to Zhang Wei beside her.

At this moment, Zhang Wei stood there with his posture upright and his expression calm and composed. His breathing was as steady as a tranquil lake, without the slightest ripple.

Shen Ying couldn't help but sigh inwardly, her eyes filled with undisguised admiration.

The strength he displayed in today's battle once again drastically changed her perception of him.