Chapter 281: God of Death vs. Queen
Diao Lingyun's spiritual power vibrated throughout her body, and powerful power fluctuations spread out from her. Her arms suddenly exerted force, and her veins bulged. The protruding veins were set off against her snow-white skin, like a dragon entwined in the snow, full of power and wild beauty.

Her eyes were wide open, burning with a raging fire of war, and she regrouped and launched an attack. Her steps were as fast as the wind, closing the distance between her and Pala in an instant.

The Qionglong Fang in his hand cut through the air with an unstoppable momentum, making a sharp whistling sound. Diao Lingyun's figure was as fast as lightning, and each attack contained endless anger and determination.

Seeing this, Pala looked solemn and waved the golden spear in his hand quickly, preparing to meet Diao Lingyun's new round of fierce attack.

The golden spear in Pala's hand was made invulnerable, her posture was agile, her steps were light, and the spear was in her hand as if it were an arm. Every swing was just right to block Diao Lingyun's attack, the angle was tricky, and the timing was precise.

Diao Lingyun attacked frantically, with the Qionglong Fangs in her hand falling like a rainstorm, but they were all dissolved one by one by Parana's airtight defense. Each of her attacks seemed to hit a copper wall and had little effect.

Beads of sweat appeared on Diao Lingyun's forehead, and her breathing became rapid, but her eyes remained firm, and she refused to give up. Meanwhile, Pala remained calm, responding to all changes with the same attitude, waiting for Diao Lingyun to reveal her flaws.

Although Diao Lingyun's attack did not achieve obvious results, her fighting spirit did not diminish at all. She gritted her teeth and increased the strength and speed of her attack again, trying to break Pala's defense.

Pala was also secretly amazed at Diao Lingyun's tenacity. She knew she couldn't let her guard down, so she focused on dealing with every attack. The golden spear seemed to have life in her hand, dancing flexibly, leaving Diao Lingyun no chance to take advantage.

As time went by, Diao Lingyun's strength gradually depleted, and the rhythm of her attacks began to slow down. Pala was keenly aware of this, and she seized the opportunity and suddenly launched a counterattack.

She swung her spear, and a golden light shot straight towards Diao Lingyun. Diao Lingyun was startled and quickly dodged sideways, but was still hit on the shoulder by the light, and blood instantly stained her clothes red.

Diao Lingyun's injury not only did not make her feel afraid, but instead made her fighting spirit in her eyes even more crazy and violent, and the murderous aura in her body almost condensed into substance. She gritted her teeth, and the blood from the wound stained her clothes red, but it seemed to ignite the wildest anger in her heart.

She swung the Dragon Fang even more frantically, with every blow carrying a desperate determination. The Dragon Fang in her hand seemed to have transformed into a real mad dragon, howling and roaring as it pounced on Pala.

This time, the situation was reversed in an instant, and Diao Lingyun completely suppressed Pala. Pala's golden spear began to seem a little overwhelmed under this violent attack. Her face became solemn, and beads of sweat oozed from her forehead.

Diao Lingyun's attacks became more and more fierce, not giving Pala any chance to breathe. Her figure was as erratic as a ghost, making it difficult for Pala to grasp. Pala could only passively defend and try to find an opportunity to counterattack.

But at this moment, Diao Lingyun seemed to be possessed by the god of war. Her attacks were like a tide, one wave higher than the other. The entire battlefield was enveloped by her momentum, and the balance of victory and defeat began to tilt towards Diao Lingyun.

"This guy has suddenly become even crazier and more powerful. He's very troublesome!"

Pala said to himself while resisting Diao Lingyun's fierce attack.

"Holy Shield!"

Pala shouted, and a dazzling golden light shone, instantly illuminating the entire battlefield like daylight. A golden round shield appeared in Pala's right hand, with mysterious and complex patterns carved on the shield, exuding an ancient and powerful aura. Pala raised the holy shield and faced Diao Lingyun's stormy attack. Every collision erupted with a deafening roar and sparks. Diao Lingyun's Qionglong fangs smashed hard on the holy shield, but could not break through this solid defense line.

However, Diao Lingyun did not give up. She kept adjusting the angle and strength of her attack, trying to find a flaw in the Holy Shield. Pala held the Holy Shield tightly, her arms trembling slightly due to the huge impact, but she still held on tenaciously.

On the battlefield, golden light and cold light intertwined, and the sound of collision was endless. The two men were in a stalemate, and neither of them was willing to give in.

Diao Lingyun's attacks gradually became less violent, her breathing began to become a little disordered, and her forehead was covered with sweat, but the determination in her eyes remained undiminished.

Pala's Holy Shield and Holy Spear worked together perfectly, attacking and defending. Her movements were smooth and skillful, the Holy Shield steadily blocked Diao Lingyun's attacks, and the Holy Spear launched counterattacks from time to time, making Diao Lingyun dare not attack with all her strength.

The two were in a balanced stalemate, neither of them could do anything to the other. The air around them seemed to have solidified, and the tense atmosphere made people feel suffocated.

Diao Lingyun panted slightly, staring at Pala, thinking about how to break the deadlock. Pala was also concentrating, not daring to relax at all, always ready to deal with a new wave of fierce attacks that Diao Lingyun might launch.

"Dragon Claw!"

Diao Lingyun shouted loudly, and the sound resounded through the sky. The roar of the red dragon suddenly sounded, deafening, as if it was going to shatter the world.

A huge red dragon claw attacked Pala with the tyranny of tearing everything apart. The scales on the claw flashed with a strange light, and the sharp fingertips seemed to be able to tear through space.

Pala's expression instantly became solemn, as she felt the powerful force of the attack. However, she did not flinch, but held the holy shield in front of her, ready to meet the violent attack.

The claws of the dragon rushed towards Pala with overwhelming force, and wherever it passed, there was a howling wind, flying sand and rocks. It was about to hit the holy shield.

"Fear the Holy Shield!"

Pala raised the holy shield, and a brilliant golden holy light shone, so dazzling that it was impossible to look directly at it. A huge golden shadow gathered around Pala, transforming into a huge shield that tightly wrapped Pala.

The golden lines on the shield flowed with divine power, as if it was indestructible. The claws of the dragon carried endless power and hit the shield, making a loud noise that shook the earth.

For a moment, light and power intertwined and collided, and the surrounding space was distorted by this huge impact. Strong winds raged, sand and rocks flew, and the entire battlefield fell into chaos.

Diao Lingyun and Pala both tried their best in this fierce confrontation, and the balance of victory and defeat seemed to be about to tilt in this collision.

(End of this chapter)