Soon, Lu Xuan and the others reached the location of the birthing mother beast.
His attention was immediately drawn to the continuously wailing mother beast.
The spiritual beast in front of him, known as the Thunderstorm Bear, had needles-like golden fur all over its body, with faint flashes of thunder darting through it, appearing and disappearing.
Its eyes were a two-tone of white and gold, as if there were lightning striking down from the golden pupils, full of formidable intensity.
It was evident that its current state was not very good, the cub inside its abdomen was continuously wreaking havoc, causing the mother beast boundless pain.
"Brother Lu."
The ordinary young man saw Lu Xuan and his group and hurriedly came forward to greet them.
When they first met in the Blessed Land, he didn't have a good impression of Lu Xuan, who suddenly took charge of the Blessed Land halfway. He even had a quarrel about it with him back then.