Cthulhu America, I can see the kill line.

"Don't bother, Janice."

Abel sat in the snow, slowly smoking the cigarette he had summoned, his eyes filled with helplessness as he watched Winchester futilely unleash his spiritual power.

The summoner of the necromancy, Mrs. Winchester, was frowning, with beads of sweat visible on her forehead, as she laboriously continued to channel her spiritual energy.

However, the familiar she summoned, Abel, seemed indifferent, leisurely taking a break from his busy work.

If other psionicists were present, witnessing this extraordinary scene of the summoner fighting desperately while the familiar watched the spectacle, they would surely be speechless with astonishment.

Like all high-level psionicists, Mrs. Winchester, who possesses the ability to raze a city to the ground with a wave of her hand, is actually extremely low-key in her daily life.

Earlier on the plane, she thought she was powerless to save everyone.

But if it were just about saving herself, she could say she was absolutely certain of success.

However, she would absolutely not make a move.

In her eyes, the lives of a mere three hundred mortals were not worth her using even the slightest bit of her spiritual power.

Most high-level psionicists are like this: in their youth, they recklessly squandered their extraordinary talents driven by a foolish impulse called "passion."

In middle age, he became engrossed in the profound study of spiritual power, discovered that he was indeed made of this material, and thus left behind many inventions that have been passed down in the spiritual power world;

When they grow old and become indifferent to worldly affairs and human relationships, they will either pour their life's spiritual power into the next generation and accumulate the family's hard work, or find a secluded place to live in seclusion, wait for the next era to arrive, and then come out to wander around and seek some new experiences.

Janice Winchester happens to be such a psionic genius.

In her youth, she used her unparalleled alchemical talent to craft one incredible piece of equipment after another for Abel, granting a mortal the power to hunt vampires and helping him become a minister in the iCE organization he founded.

In her middle age, Abel was assassinated. Heartbroken, Janice left the organization and married into the Winchester family. She became engrossed in the world of alchemical creations and eventually led the family to grow into a renowned firearms company.

In her old age, even though she had mastered the magic of rejuvenation, she was too lazy to use it, letting herself appear old and frail as she wandered around, quietly experiencing the subtle changes of the times.

She would never use her spiritual power to save a few insignificant mortals.

But at this moment, she was willing to use every trick in the book to turn this suspicious bloodline who could make deals with the devil into dust!

Winchester roared in frustration, clenching her teeth, her facial muscles twitching slightly from the effort. Ignoring the strain, she intensified the spell's binding power, launching an increasingly fierce attack on Kong Jiu.

This is currently the only spell that can have some effect on Kong Jiu.

In addition, any light bullets, spiritual energy flows, slashes from high-level spiritual objects, or even shots from ordinary firearms will pass straight through Kong Jiu's body as if passing through the air.

It was as if he had been banished from this world, as if he did not exist at all.

She swiftly pulled out one alchemical weapon after another from her satchel, chanting rapidly as she unleashed a variety of spells, but none of them could actually touch Kong Jiu in the slightest.

"That's enough, Janice, take a break."

Abel exhaled a long puff of smoke and shouted helplessly.

He was a man of great magnanimity. If he hadn't been, he wouldn't have been able to handle so many complex relationships so well after becoming president.

"Instead of wasting spiritual energy, why not figure out what this kid is all about? What if he really is a divine messenger?"

Abel offered a way out at the opportune moment.

After several rounds of relentless bombardment, Winchester was clearly exhausted. She gasped for breath, reluctantly conjured a stool, and sat down heavily.

But those eyes remained fixed on Kong Jiu, who was confined within the circle, with a mixture of vigilance and bewilderment.

Why?

Janice's voice was filled with resentment and confusion as she questioned, "Just now on the plane, your spiritual power level was clearly only at most a D-level psychic!"

"Thank you for letting me know. I didn't even know I was a D-rank psionicist."

Trapped in a spiritual energy confinement circle of less than two square meters, Kong Jiu leaned against the invisible spiritual energy barrier and responded helplessly.

He was flipping through the pages of the newly acquired book, "The Original Way of Creation," since he had nothing else to do while locked up here.

Seeing that Winchester had finally stopped attacking, Kong Jiu rolled up the book, which felt as light as gauze, and carefully put it back in his arms. Then he looked up at the other man.

"Have you had enough? Or do you still not believe I'm a good person and plan to keep causing trouble?"

Just now, Kong Jiu himself was also full of doubts, wondering what had happened to him and why he had suddenly become so "invulnerable".

No, to be precise, it's not that it's invulnerable to swords and spears, but rather that swords and spears can pass right through it, yet not a single leaf touches it.

But now, he seems to have figured some things out.

That despicable "self" must have done something to me.

Otherwise, how could there be this strange book, "The Original Way of Creation," in my system?

However, before he could fully understand everything, the series of changes left him feeling somewhat weary.

"You want to know what I am?"

Kong Jiu put away the book, and a deep green light suddenly appeared in his eyes, and he heard the rustling of a swarm of rats.

In an instant, Mrs. Winchester's attributes were distributed equally to Kong Jiu within a few seconds.

The perceptive Winchester immediately noticed something was amiss.

His own spiritual power was plummeting, while the spiritual power of his opponent, Face Dove, was surging in sync!

The spiritual power that held the barrier in place began to weaken rapidly as she lost it!

Kong Jiu felt the power surging within him, clenched his fist, and then easily shattered the already weakened barrier with a single strike.

"He has no intention of killing me, so I won't intervene. You brought this trouble upon yourself, so you'll have to deal with it."

Abel watched as Kong Jiu broke free of his restraints, still sitting leisurely in the same spot, smoking, seemingly detached from the situation.

"What? Abel, you can't do this!"

Winchester was shocked and furious. Feeling her weakened spiritual power, she hurriedly cast a spell again.

However, all the attacks passed right through Kong Jiu, just like before, without having any effect.

The green light in Kong Jiu's eyes had not faded as he walked steadily towards her.

"Snapped!"

A crisp, loud slap landed hard on Winchester's face.

When both sides have equal spiritual power and one side's attack is ineffective, slapping becomes Kong Jiu's compromise—a way to teach the other a lesson while temporarily unsure how to deliver a severe blow.

Moreover, setting aside all magical factors, Kong Jiu himself was a strong man standing at 1.9 meters tall, whose strength far surpassed that of a relatively petite lady like Mrs. Winchester.

"You dare hit me..."

Winchester covered his face, his eyes filled with disbelief and shame.

Snapped!

Another slap landed mercilessly on her other cheek.

"I've always wondered what I would do if one day my excessive maternal instincts got the better of me."

Kong Jiu spoke calmly, but then raised his hand and slapped her again.

A noticeable red mark had appeared on Winchester's face.

"Thank you for giving me such a vivid lesson, madam, although I still do not know your name."

Snapped!

"Even after all these centuries, she still has the temper of a young girl."

Abel took another deep drag of his cigarette amidst the crisp crackling sound, showing no intention of interfering whatsoever.

Snapped!

"Stop! Stop hitting him! Stop hitting him!"

After receiving four heavy slaps, Winchester finally snapped out of his initial anger and stubbornness.

She realized that she was helpless against Kong Jiu, and Kong Jiu was clearly taking out his pent-up frustration on her.

"When I told you to stop just now, why didn't you consider taking my advice?"

Kong Jiu asked in a cold tone.

Snapped!

This burly man, standing at 1.9 meters tall, swung his large, fan-like hand, delivering one heavy slap after another to the face of the blonde woman without any mercy.

They didn't stop until they had beaten her until her face was bruised and swollen, and blood was seeping from the corner of her mouth.