After watching Wu Ling send Caenis and Ashwatthama to the Divine Realm, the four god kings and Poseidon kept controlling the divine power inside them, trying to force it against the chains. But the more those chains were struck by divine power, the stronger they became.
Wu Ling also noticed their little movements, so he mercifully explained, "Stop wasting your strength. Enkidu: Chains of Heaven is a weapon that can bind even a creator god. Of course, in the same way an omnipotent god cannot create a stone he cannot lift, Enkidu: Chains of Heaven can only bind a creator god for one hour. But against you, it is more than enough."
After hearing Wu Ling, the four god kings continued trying to escape the chains. They had lived for an unknown number of years as gods. How could they lose confidence because of a few words from someone else? At the very least, they had to try for themselves.
Unlike the other four god kings, Poseidon gradually fell quiet after a few attempts.
He had not given up. He understood the strength of the man before him, and he was secretly gathering power. If those four god kings broke free, he would go all out with them in one burst. But if even the four god kings could not break free, then he, an ordinary First Class god, should just stay wherever it was safest.
Seeing that the four god kings still refused to give up, Wu Ling showed no impatience. He controlled everyone and brought them down to the ground. With a wave of his hand, a table appeared with hot tea arranged on top.
Wu Ling raised his left hand and looked at his wrist, though there was no watch there. Then he lifted his teacup.
"Continue. You have the time it takes to drink one cup of tea."
Facing Wu Ling's arrogant posture, the gods gritted their teeth and used every method they had to break free from Enkidu: Chains of Heaven. Unfortunately, all of it was useless. The binding of Enkidu: Chains of Heaven carried a conceptual quality. For example, when ordinary Heroic Spirits were bound by it, they could not even dematerialize. Simple transformations or shape changes could not free anyone from being bound.
And Wu Ling had not truly given them a cup of tea's time. Wu Ling was not the sort of villain who died because he talked too much. He had done this for one awkward reason: he was out of Spirit Power.
Caenis, Ashwatthama, Ibuki Douji, and the other god level Servants had fought without restraint and used Noble Phantasms multiple times. Enkidu had covered the entire space with Enkidu: Chains of Heaven. Wu Ling himself had also used a full force strike just now. At this point, less than a tenth of his Spirit Power remained. The actions of the ordinary Servants were barely worth mentioning compared to those costs.
"Ibuki Douji and the others have already been recalled. Enkidu has also withdrawn the excess chains. As for Caenis and Ashwatthama, let them make trouble. At worst, they will be surrounded, beaten down, and returned to the Throne of Heroes.
"With that in mind, the time it takes to drink one cup of tea should let me recover more than thirty percent of my Spirit Power. If anything sudden happens, that will be enough to react."
Thinking that, Wu Ling raised the teacup, took a small sip, and continued enjoying the gods' struggle.
The time for one cup of tea passed quickly. The four god kings were still trying, but in their hearts, they already believed most of what Wu Ling had said.
"Young friend, how about a trade?" the God of Evil suddenly asked Wu Ling.
Wu Ling chuckled. "A trade? A trade is built on equality between both sides. Look at your situation. You are lambs waiting for slaughter. As a normal person, why would I trade with livestock I am about to kill?"
Being compared to lowly livestock filled every god with towering rage. But under another person's roof, one had no choice but to bow.
The God of Evil stopped the God of Destruction's next move with his eyes. Then he worked hard to keep his tone calm.
"Young friend, we admit we lost this time. But you must know that we, as innate gods, do not die. Even if our souls are shattered, we only become primordial seeds. If you kill us now, what awaits you is endless revenge in the future.
"Why not each take one step back? Let us go, and we will never pursue this matter again. To show our apology, we can give you a divine seat. We can even mobilize our origins to forge a god king divine seat specifically for you."
Only after the God of Evil finished speaking did Wu Ling set down his teacup.
"So called gods are no more than this."
Hearing Wu Ling's words, the five gods' faces darkened. They already understood his decision.
"You little... mmph..."
Before the God of Destruction could speak, one chain wrapped around his mouth and stopped the rest of his words.
Wu Ling waved his hand, and the table along with everything on it vanished. Then he slowly walked in front of the five gods and looked down at them from above.
"You cannot be killed? Heh. That is only because you have not met me."
After speaking, the Throne of Heroes appeared behind him. Wu Ling bent and sat down. He raised his right hand, and Asura God's soul appeared in his palm.
Under the furious gazes of the five gods, Wu Ling lightly tossed Asura God's soul backward. The Throne of Heroes beneath him seemed to sense Wu Ling's will. A powerful suction directly pulled in Asura God's soul, which was still trying to escape, and forcibly absorbed it.
At that moment, the expressions of the four god kings changed. As primordial gods of the Divine Realm, they could sense one another. But when Asura God was absorbed by that throne, they discovered something terrifying: they could no longer sense Asura God's aura. Not even a primordial seed had condensed. He had simply vanished from this world. That meant Asura God likely could not be reborn or reincarnated. It was true death.
"Celebrate. After your souls are transformed, they will become my strength. Now let us see who Asura God's soul will become."
A Magecraft circle lit up between Wu Ling and the five gods. Colorful light shone across everyone's faces.
Suddenly, an aura spread from the Magecraft circle. When Wu Ling felt it, every hair on his body stood on end. The five gods began sweating cold sweat in terror.
The God of Evil trembled and muttered, "In my memory, only one person had this kind of aura. The Creator God."
But that supreme aura lasted only a few seconds. Then it gradually weakened and finally stabilized at a state above a main god but below its original level.
As the light vanished, a black skinned existence floating in the air appeared before everyone.
"Servant. Berserker, Arjuna. This body exists to destroy evil. All evil must be judged..."