These People Couldn't Fight Their Way Out of a Paper Bag

After hearing Su Fan's words, Shen Jing frowned as well.

"At a time like this, you should stop showing off. I still have several defensive formations on hand, so we can hold out a little longer..."

Although Shen Jing's impression of Su Fan was extremely poor, she didn't want him to get himself killed at a time like this. After all, every additional person meant an additional ounce of strength.

In her eyes, this guy was simply biting off more than he could chew.

That was a Bone King equivalent to a human cultivator in the Nascent Soul Realm. And in an environment like the Demon Ruins, their magical power would be severely weakened, to say nothing of anything else.

Even under normal circumstances, one person couldn't withstand the attacks of several Bone Kings.

"It's fine. Killing a few Bone Kings is nothing. My big brother will definitely be fine..."

Shen Fang knew Su Fan too well. When it came to combat prowess, even the elite disciples of the Northern Dome Immortal Sect were nothing in front of him.

"Shut up..."

Shen Jing rebuked Shen Fang, then turned and glanced at Su Fan.

"You take over controlling the formation. Once we've recovered our magical power, we'll discuss our options..."

Su Fan let out a derisive laugh. "Who was it that chose to set up the formation here in the first place? Couldn't you have used your brains a little..."

"You... The situation was urgent back then. We had no choice..."

Shen Jing had been hit where it hurt, and hurriedly tried to defend herself, but even she found her own words somewhat feeble.

"We can't wait any longer. The Demonic Beasts are growing more numerous. If another Bone Supreme arrives, we'll all be left dead here..."

Shen Jing still wanted