Beacon of Death (2)

A team of elves solely formed with ten women was moving toward the light pillar at high speed; all of them were wearing elegant tight body armor of high grades.

A petite elf pursed her lips as she coldly uttered, "Young Miss, we're not alone!"

At the very front, a tall, graceful elf with an oval face and glossy white skin arched her brows slightly as she replied, "It appeared our scout wasn't the only one who had spotted the 'unique beast' an hour ago. No worries, it won't be so easy to get the prize. 

"Since the prize of this event is so enticing, then the unique beast will also be difficult to deal with. If I'm not wrong, whoever delivered the final blow will decide the final winner, just like the other beasts or contenders. 

"So, we don't need to stay on the frontline. Let those idiot men do the heavy work for me." The Young Miss' eyes went cold as she declared.

The other elven women also pull cold smiles.

However, at this moment,