After tugging twice, Durin pulled the axe out of the bald head, turned around, and tossed the axe back to the Xie family kid.
With a gentle stretch of his ape-like arms, he caught the axe handle, then was lifted off the ground by the axe.
Durin's smile froze for a moment—strange, he had so much fun chopping off the bald guy's head that he forgot to control his strength.
In the end, Durin mercilessly avoided looking at the young man flailing in the air like a willow fluff, and instead turned to the magic army in the distance, arms outstretched: "Who else!"
The magic army faltered for a moment, then began to retreat—or rather, flee might be a more apt description.
Durin pursed his lips and spat, then reached out to catch young Xie, who had fallen who-knows-where.
"Lord Durin is truly born with divine power." The young man's eyes were a bit dazed, clearly having just had a life-flashing-before-his-eyes experience.
