Retreat! Retreat! Retreat!

"It really worked!"

On the bridge, the first mate stared blankly at the Magic Beast horde descending into chaos in the distance and could not help letting out a long breath.

He had believed Ian's method would work, but he had never expected the results to be so obvious.

In just five minutes, more than half of the sea beasts' relentless offensive against the Siren had been eased.

Although only the ordinary sea beasts and First Energy Level sea beasts had been affected, while the few Second Energy Level sea beasts acting as commanders had not been affected by the pheromone shells and were still doing their best to whip and urge the other sea beasts into attacking the Siren, there were simply too few of them to reorganize their formation in a short time.

The Second Energy Level commander beast among the Iron-Scaled Sea Serpents in particular was painstakingly hissing for everyone to stay calm, only to be entangled by a whole crowd of utterly crazed members of its own kind begging to mate. It could neither hit them nor push them away, leaving it in an extremely awkward position.

The sudden upheaval among the sea beasts stunned everyone aboard the Siren.

The passengers, who had fallen into a state of giving up after the three beast kings arrived, had already begun writing their wills or enjoying the last meal of their lives. Yet the infighting between the three Magic Beast clans, along with the indescribable scenes that followed, had truly broadened their horizons.

"Wh-what is going on?" An Empire merchant cried out. "Is this some new biological weapon from Canaanmore?"

"No, I've never heard of the Siren being equipped with such an outrageous new weapon..." A Canaanmore official shook his head in disbelief. "Terrifying indeed! What Magic Beast