As the old man said this, he waved his hand and lightning came from all directions. Soon, there was cage of lightning trapping Wang Lin.
Wang Lin’s face was gloomy. He stopped moving, turned to the old man, and coldly asked, “What does senior want?”
The old man stared at Wang Lin. After a long time, he said, “I want to borrow your death spell.”
Wang Lin pondered for a bit, then looked at the surrounding lightning cage. The sounds of crackling from the lightning came in from all around him.
“I want to know why.”
The old man pondered for a bit before shaking his head. “It is not yet time to talk about this matter, but don’t worry; this old man won’t ask you to go for nothing. If you come with me, I’ll gift you an earth transformation pill!”