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

The runes flickered with a faint blue light, like the eyes of an ancient god, hanging quietly in the air.

Teng Junze and Fan Mengmeng looked up at the mysterious symbol, feeling an irrepressible curiosity and vigilance in their hearts.

"This thing... doesn't feel good." Fan Mengmeng muttered to herself, subconsciously tightening her grip on Teng Junze's hand.

Teng Junze held her hand in return, the warmth of his palm conveying silent comfort.

"Go and have a look." He said in a firm tone, his eyes flashing with a gleam of determination.

The two took their first steps towards the rune.

However, the moment their feet left the ground, the surrounding scene suddenly changed.

The originally clear sky was shrouded in thick fog, and the solid ground beneath our feet turned into a mirror-smooth ice surface.

Huge icicles rose from the ground like sharp fangs, flashing a cold light.

These icicles were not static. They seemed to have life, moving slowly and changing positions, forming insurmountable barriers that blocked the two people's way.

"Hmph, a mere trifle." Teng Junze snorted coldly, gathering powerful energy in his palm and slamming it hard at the nearest icicle.

With a loud bang, the icicle shattered and turned into countless ice crystal fragments that scattered everywhere.

However, before the two could breathe a sigh of relief, the broken ice crystals quickly recombined to form a thicker ice pillar, which attacked them fiercely.

Fan Mengmeng frowned, she keenly realized that this was not a simple obstruction, but a deliberate attack.

"Junze, be careful!" She grabbed Teng Junze and narrowly avoided the attack of the icicle.

Icicles whizzed past their bodies, bringing with them a biting cold wind.

Fan Mengmeng's gaze fell on the reassembled icicles, and her eyes gradually became solemn.

What secrets are hidden in this strange rune?

Teng Junze's expression also turned serious.

"It seems that we are in trouble." He gripped the sword tightly in his hand, and a cold light flashed on the blade.

There were more and more icicles around them, and they moved faster and faster, surrounding them completely.

"Mengmeng, follow me closely." Teng Junze's voice was low and powerful. He protected Fan Mengmeng behind him, his eyes as sharp as torches, watching everything around him vigilantly.

There was a tension in the air, like the calm before the storm.

Fan Mengmeng felt Teng Junze's arm exert a little force, pulling her closer.

"Yeah." She nodded slightly and tightened her grip on the dagger.

Suddenly, one of the icicles accelerated and stabbed towards them...

Teng Junze's eyes flashed, "Here it comes!" Teng Junze's eyes flashed, and he swung his sword. The sword energy was like a rainbow, shattering the attacking icicle.

The shattered ice crystals splashed, but strangely stopped in the air, and then condensed again as if pulled by some force, forming new icicles, with more violent attacks and faster speeds.

Teng Junze was resisting the attack of the icicles while protecting Fan Mengmeng, not daring to relax at all.

Icicles fell like raindrops. Teng Junze's swordsmanship became more and more fierce. Every sword strike carried the momentum of crushing everything in its path, but he was still unable to completely defeat these strange icicles.

The battle lasted for a long time, and Teng Junze gradually felt exhausted, with beads of sweat oozing from his forehead.

Fan Mengmeng was unable to dodge and was scratched on the arm by an icicle, and blood instantly dyed her sleeves red.

"Meng Meng!" Teng Junze's heart tightened when he saw this, and his attack became more fierce, but he also revealed a flaw.

An icicle took advantage of the opportunity and stabbed straight at Fan Mengmeng.

At the critical moment, Teng Junze pushed Fan Mengmeng away, but his shoulder was scratched by the icicle.

The intense pain made him groan and his body swayed slightly.

"Jun Ze!" Fan Mengmeng exclaimed, her eyes instantly red.

She covered the wound on her arm and shouted anxiously, "This won't work. We must find a way to break this formation!"

Fan Mengmeng suddenly thought of her ability to know everything about the past and present.

She endured the pain, closed her eyes, concentrated her mind, and flipped through the records about formations that she had seen in ancient books.

As time passed, the icicles' attacks became more and more fierce, and Teng Junze also had several more wounds on his body.

Countless patterns and words flashed through Fan Mengmeng's mind, and finally, she found it!

Fan Mengmeng suddenly opened her eyes, her gaze as sharp as a torch. She stared intently at the spinning icicles around her, muttering to herself, "Found it..." Teng Junze looked at Fan Mengmeng, a glimmer of hope in his eyes: "Mengmeng, have you figured out a solution?" Fan Mengmeng didn't answer, but pointed firmly at one of the icicles, her tone hurried and decisive: "Junze, attack that icicle with all your might!"

Without any hesitation, Teng Junze concentrated all the remaining energy in his body into the sword. The sword emitted a dazzling light, like a lightning that cuts through the night sky, and fiercely struck the icicle that Fan Mengmeng pointed at.

With a deafening roar, the icicle shattered and turned into ice chips all over the sky.

Immediately afterwards, the surrounding icicles collapsed one after another like dominoes, and a gap appeared in the originally airtight encirclement.

The disappearance of the icicles did not bring the expected calm, but instead triggered even more drastic changes.

The shattered ice crystals did not dissipate, but circled and danced in the air, eventually condensing into crystal clear ice elves. They had human-like outlines, but hideous faces, and emitted sharp and piercing howls, like evil spirits from hell, rushing towards Teng Junze and Fan Mengmeng.

"Damn it!" Teng Junze cursed softly, swung his sword, and the sword energy was so strong that he chopped the approaching ice elf into pieces.

However, these ice elves seemed endless, surging forward one after another. Even if they were shattered, they would quickly reorganize and attack again.

Teng Junze's physical strength had been exhausted, his movements gradually became slower, and new scars appeared on his body.

Although Fan Mengmeng's injuries were not serious, she seemed overwhelmed when facing such a large number of ice elves.

Just when the two were about to collapse, Fan Mengmeng suddenly felt a strange energy surging in her body. A trace of determination flashed in her eyes, "Jun Ze, cover me!"

Fan Mengmeng bit her fingertip and blood dripped onto the ancient jade she was wearing.

The ancient jade emitted a dazzling light, and a powerful energy wave spread out with Fan Mengmeng as the center, forming a huge golden light shield that enveloped her and Teng Junze.

Inside the golden light shield, time seemed to stand still, and the ice elves' movements became extremely slow, as if they were stuck in a quagmire.

Teng Junze seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, a gleam in his eyes flashed, and he burst out all the last bit of strength in his body.

The long sword in his hand turned into a series of afterimages, and the sword energy was rampant, sweeping out like a storm, chopping all the ice elves trapped in the light shield into pieces.

The ice crystal fragments were scattered all over the ground and never recondensed.

The golden light shield slowly dissipated. Fan Mengmeng's face turned pale and her body swayed. She had obviously exhausted all her strength.

Teng Junze hurriedly supported her, "Mengmeng, are you okay?" Fan Mengmeng shook her head and smiled weakly, "I'm fine, let's go." The two did not dare to delay and continued to move towards the direction of the rune.

As they got closer to the rune, the air around them became more and more oppressive, as if something terrible was awakening.

Finally, they arrived right below the rune.

However, what appeared before their eyes was not the expected answer, but a huge black vortex, quietly suspended in the air, like the mouth of the abyss, emitting a heart-pounding breath.

The center of the vortex was pitch black and bottomless, as if it was going to swallow up everything that approached.

A powerful suction force came from the vortex, pulling at the two people's bodies.

Teng Junze tightly grasped Fan Mengmeng's hand, his face solemn. "Be careful!" Before he could finish his words, the ground beneath their feet suddenly cracked open. The two were caught off guard and fell towards the black vortex...

"Hold on tight!" Teng Junze shouted.