In fact, Jing Jia has only faced the Demon Lord a few times.
Yet she can feel that the depth of the Demon Lord's mana far exceeds her own.
And the only one who can contend with the Demon Lord is the daughter she painstakingly gave birth to.
But Zhi'er is still young, and her spirit root has not been fully awakened.
Therefore, Jing Jia knows she has to hold on a little longer.
Fortunately, she had exerted all her power and heavily injured the Demon Lord back then.
He should not be able to make a comeback so soon.
Jing Jia sat in meditation, closing her eyes to practice.
A ruo cast a spell, covering the outer area of Jing Jia's immortal palace with a layer of soundproof immortal fog.
She looked up at the beautifully flowing sky, "This way, even if a mystic bird flies by, it won't disturb Your Majesty's rest."
A ruo brought a bucket of Galaxy Water to water the Xiangsi Tree.
Her slender hands touched the trunk gently.
