"What's the weakness?"
Bai Xiqin sensed the fierce hurricane blowing from the direction of the Zombie Kun, the putrid wind nearly closing her eyes.
She raised her hand and tapped Leng Yebai's hand, which was picking at Zhang Yiming's fingers.
Leng Yebai stared intently at Zhang Yiming's distinctly jointed hands before lowering his voice, "Its brainwaves are extremely fragile, not controlled by other brainwaves, and it has lost its sense of smell, unable to even detect the scent of flesh and blood."
In other words, the movements of the Zombie Kun are completely controlled by that sneaky bastard in the background.
And that old guy is hiding in the deepest part of the sea.
The Zombie Kun moves slowly, even with its Wind Ability, it flies slower in the air than ordinary fish.
Its imposing presence and massive size look intimidating, and it indeed has strength.
