This also explained why there had been fewer magical beasts around the edge of the desert before—perhaps they had all been drawn into the depths by the spiritual energy emanating from the White Bear.
He crouched down and carefully examined the White Bear's corpse. Its white fur had already darkened somewhat, but something beneath its skin seemed to be glowing, especially around its head, where the sheen was more pronounced.
When he had stabbed the White Bear in the abdomen earlier, he had felt the blade's tip strike something hard. He had not paid it any mind then, but thinking back on it now, that hard object might have been the source of the spiritual energy.
Lin Taichu took out his Short Blade and carefully cut along the White Bear's abdominal wound. More green blood flowed out, and the fragrant scent grew stronger.
He reached inside and felt around. Its internal organs had already begun to cool, but when he touched an area near its chest, his fingers suddenly encountered something hard.
With a forceful tug, he actually pulled a green crystal from the White Bear's insides. It was as large as a fist, its surface smooth and glowing with a faint green light. The fragrance was emanating from this crystal.
"What is this?" Lin Taichu held the crystal in his hand and found it warm and comforting.
The glow from the crystal was gentle, unlike demonic energy, which made people restless.
He tried sensing it with his inner force. The moment he made contact with the crystal, he felt a mild power flow from his fingers into his body. Even the wounds that had been corroded by demonic energy seemed to stop hurting.
But before he could feel it out any further, a series of roars suddenly rang out