Enoch immediately realized that the zombies didn't need to attack them. It wasn't because the zombies were kind and peaceful. On the contrary, they were following the orders of another zombie.
They were accumulating their strength and preparing to take over their floating island.
This made Enoch feel a sense of crisis, but he simultaneously verified one thing—these zombies had a leader!
Otherwise, these filthy, brainless, stinky corpses that only knew how to kill and eat, and were filled with appetite and hatred for all lifeforms that they could see, would definitely not just stand there quietly and watch themselves drool.
They would immediately rush up and launch the fiercest attacks, eager to taste every piece of meat on their bodies.
"A zombie that can use its brain and strategies?"
Enoch reached out to touch his nose, and the bitter expression on his face intensified.
