At this moment, the value of the item he was clutching had already surpassed the items confiscated in the clone.
But Dean McKenzie was not able to feel any joy.
Because the Diviner, who was divining him, still hadn't stopped.
Even though the enemies he was facing were within his capacity to handle.
But Dean clearly knew, unless someone was secretly protecting him, purposefully letting people he could handle come to him and blocking those he couldn't.
Otherwise, an opponent beyond his reach could appear at any moment.
If one comes, he would be totally screwed.
So, despite the huge gains, Dean's mood remained tense.
After the third wave, Dean simply stopped fighting with people.
From then on, he tried to move as quickly as possible, focusing on escaping.
Quickly get to the sea.
Meanwhile, Dean also hoped that he could run out of the range of the diviner's divination by moving faster.
He didn't believe a diviner could divine him regardless of distance.