Magic Beasts were here.
The bait had finally come in handy.
When it came to fighting humans or fighting Magic Beasts, if given a choice, people would generally choose Magic Beasts.
Because Magic Beasts were a little dumber than humans—unless they were high-level Magic Beasts.
At the first rank, although a Magic Beast's intelligence would improve somewhat, it was still far below the level of a human.
But that did not mean Magic Beasts were easy to deal with.
What they lacked in intelligence, they naturally made up for in physical strength.
Generally speaking, many land-dwelling Magic Beasts lived solitary lives.
Aquatic Magic Beasts, however, were different. The sea had more resources, and food was easier to obtain.
As a result, more aquatic Magic Beasts lived in groups.
After hearing Dalle's shout, Charles walked out of the cabin.
He looked beneath the water. Around the bait being dragged alongside the ship, even more fish had gathered.
Sweeping the area with his spiritual power, he indeed discovered Magic Beasts.
They were a group of jellyfish-like Magic Beasts.
Drawing on the books and materials he had read recently, Charles quickly identified them:
Spiny Jellyfish.
He said regretfully, "What a pity. They're all Spiny Jellyfish. They're not much use."
Spiny Jellyfish had little meat, and their chances of forming magic cores were low.
On top of that, they were group-dwelling Magic Beasts—high risk, low reward.
If they had been other Magic Beasts, even without magic cores, their hides and scales could still be used to make armor after being killed.
Their bones could also be put to use. Someone on Ship Island specifically bought them to make Demonbone Ships.
But these Spiny Jellyfish had no meat, no magic cores, and hides that could not be used.
Spiny Jellyfish hunted with needle-like stingers on