End of the World Crisis, My Husband is from Ancient Times

Teng Junze and Fan Mengmeng looked at each other, and without any hesitation, they jumped hand in hand into the portal that was emitting strange light.

The sky spun and the space twisted and folded, as if it was going to tear them apart.

Fan Mengmeng only felt a strong suction pulling her, and she couldn't help but scream out in surprise.

"Don't be afraid!" Teng Junze's low voice sounded in his ears, carrying a reassuring power.

A strong arm wrapped tightly around her waist, and a warm energy enveloped her, isolating her from the suffocating pulling feeling.

Fan Mengmeng tightly grasped Teng Junze's sleeve, feeling the determination and strength coming from him, and her originally panicked heart gradually calmed down.

This force comes quickly and goes quickly.

When the sense of spatial distortion disappeared, the two landed steadily on the ground.

Teng Junze looked around, his brows furrowed.

Everything here seems strange and weird.

There was a strange smell in the air that made people feel uneasy.

"Where...is this place?" Fan Mengmeng asked softly, with a hint of trembling in her voice.

Teng Junze did not answer, but just tightened the dagger in his hand and looked around vigilantly.

Suddenly, he raised his head and looked towards the sky——

"Mengmeng..." His voice was low and solemn.

The blood-red sky, like solidified blood, is so oppressive that it makes people breathless.

The ground was not soil or grass, but rugged black rocks, as sharp as a knife, which could easily cut your skin if you were not careful.

Fan Mengmeng followed Teng Junze closely, her steps were difficult and her heart was pounding.

This strange scene is even more creepy than the end of the world.

Before they could adapt to this strange environment, the clanging sound of metal colliding came from far away, breaking the silence.

A group of warriors in black armor surged from all directions like a black tide and surrounded them.

These warriors had ferocious faces, the weapons in their hands flashed with cold light, and they were filled with murderous intent, as if they were evil spirits crawling out of hell.

"Protect yourself!" Teng Junze growled and rushed out like an arrow.

The dagger in his hand turned into streaks of silver light, as fast as lightning, ruthless and precise.

Every swing was accompanied by a scream, and a black armored warrior fell down.

He was agile and moved like a cheetah as he moved through the enemy group. Wherever he went, black armor shattered and blood splattered.

Fan Mengmeng did not dare to delay. She took a deep breath and mobilized all the energy in her body.

Rays of light blue light shot out from her fingertips, accurately hitting the warriors who tried to approach Teng Junze.

The soldier who was hit paused and fell into a brief state of dizziness, giving Teng Junze a chance to catch his breath.

However, these warriors were too numerous and fearless.

They came one after another, like a tide, and it seemed that they could never be killed.

What's worse is that they seemed to have noticed the effect of Fan Mengmeng's skills and began to change their tactics.

They divided themselves into several small teams and launched attacks from different directions simultaneously, trying to disperse their forces and defeat them one by one.

Teng Junze's attack gradually slowed down, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Although he was brave, he was still a human being with flesh and blood. Facing such intensive attacks, he began to feel powerless.

At this moment, Fan Mengmeng's gaze inadvertently swept across the distance, and her pupils suddenly contracted.

"Teng Junze..." She pointed at a tall black tower in the distance, her voice filled with disbelief, "Look..."

Fan Mengmeng's eyes were fixed on the tall black tower in the distance. The top of the tower was flashing with a strange red light, like the eyes of a devil, which was chilling.

"Teng Junze... look..." She pointed at the tall tower, her voice trembling, "Those soldiers... seem to be receiving signals from there!"

Teng Junze followed Fan Mengmeng's gaze and his pupils suddenly shrank.

He immediately understood what Fan Mengmeng meant.

If we can destroy that tower, perhaps we can turn the tide of the battle!

Without the slightest hesitation, he growled, "Cover me!" Before he finished his words, he had already rushed out like an arrow, so fast that only a shadow could be seen.

Along the way, the black-armored warriors pounced on Teng Junze like mad dogs, but were repelled one by one by him.

The dagger in his hand was like the scythe of death, taking a life with every swing.

He was agile and moved freely among the swords and sabers, like a god of war, unstoppable.

Fan Mengmeng followed closely behind. The blue light shot out from her fingertips, like a protective shield, repelling all enemies who tried to approach Teng Junze.

Her gaze was firm and her expression focused, and every movement she made was precise and effective, clearing a path to the tower for Teng Junze.

As he approached the tower, a powerful energy wave came from the top of the tower, forming an invisible barrier that prevented Teng Junze from approaching.

Teng Junze sneered, a sharp light flashing in his eyes.

He took a deep breath and mobilized all the energy in his body. A powerful pressure burst out from him, sweeping around like a hurricane.

"Break it for me!" He roared, and the dagger in his hand turned into a dazzling golden light and slashed fiercely at the invisible barrier.

With a loud bang, the barrier shattered and the defensive facilities around the tower collapsed.

Teng Junze did not stop, jumped to the top of the tower, and smashed the signal transmitter that was flashing red light with one palm.

Suddenly, the black armored warriors who were attacking frantically stopped moving, their eyes were blank, and they started to attack each other like puppets without their strings.

"Now!" Teng Junze growled and leaped down from the tower...

After landing, Teng Junze did not stop for a moment and rushed into the enemy camp like a tiger descending from the mountain.

The dagger in his hand turned into arcs of death, and every swing took away several lives.

Having lost control of the tower, these black-armored warriors ran around like headless flies, and their combat effectiveness dropped sharply.

Fan Mengmeng's attacks became more precise and effective. The light blue light was like the god of death's scythe, reaping the lives of the enemies.

The two men cooperated well, like two sophisticated killing machines, and beat the remaining soldiers back step by step.

The surrounding black rocks were shattered by the aftermath of the battle, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

The number of black armored warriors is decreasing, and the balance of victory has tilted towards them.

Just when they thought the danger was over and were about to take a breather, a low roar came from the distant mountains, like a roar from hell, deafening.

The ground began to tremble slightly, and a suffocating feeling of oppression filled the air.

Teng Junze and Fan Mengmeng looked at each other and saw seriousness in each other's eyes.

This roar was more powerful and terrifying than any previous one.

An ominous premonition hung over their hearts.

"What is that..." Fan Mengmeng's voice trembled a little.

Teng Junze's face was solemn. He gripped the dagger tightly in his hand, staring at the distant mountains with a sharp gaze. He said in a deep voice, "Prepare for battle!"