Hooves thundered, deafening ears. Trees and mountains flashed by and grew distant in their vision. The women on horseback waved guns, spears and riding whips and let out strange shouts. This scene made Xia Lei feel like he had gone back 1,000 years in time. He had become Xuanzang, captured by the savages of the land of women, and what awaited him was a broiling or simmer-fried fate. 

The baby-faced, succubus-bodied Szlamy did not sit still either on their ride. Her hands roamed Xia Lei’s body and he wanted to knock her off the horse several times but the big group of wolfish, tigress-like White Hun warriors around him made him quash the idea. 

Szlamy got more and more carried away and she put her arms around Xia Lei’s waist. 

Xia Lei became more embarrassed the more Szlamy got into it. If Dayetia had not been next to them, Szlamy would probably have done some horse acrobatics with him. 

They went through a patch of forest and a river entered his field of vision. The river opened up a riverbed between two mountains and stretched deep into the...