Demon Lord Tang Dynasty

Yinshan Grassland

Even now, standing there, you can still see patches of lush green grass.

But the peace and tranquility of the past have long since vanished.

The tents lay there, some tilted, some drooping, and no one paid them any attention.

On the grassland, the sounds of mooing cows and neighing horses can be heard everywhere.

Looking around, the only word to describe it is chaos.

Strangely, the crowd scattered, some packing their belongings, others chasing after cattle and sheep, and everyone's face showed panic, but no one ran away alone.

From this perspective, while the leadership and command abilities of the Maitreya sect and its followers were average, their control over the tribe was quite remarkable.

In other words, they have a strong ability to brainwash people. From this point of view, the Maitreya Cult truly deserves to be called a purebred cult.

At the center of the tribe.

The White Protector had not yet escaped and was still frantically directing his subordinates to gather some important items.

"Hurry, hurry, everyone be quick, we don't have much time left."

The White Protector's face was gloomy, and his eyes seemed to flicker with fire.

At this moment, he was more anxious than anyone else.

The name Yang Lin is enough to make anyone tremble.

Even the mighty Shibi Khan, with his million-strong army, and the invincible warrior Bi Xuan in the hearts of the Turks, would have to treat this person with utmost respect.

Moreover, he's just a small-time Karami.

To him, that was the sky, the mountain, the peak. Even before he appeared, just his name alone was enough to crush his heart and terrify him.

If acting on instinct, Protector Bai would have wanted to run away immediately, abandoning everything he was holding.

But regardless of the circumstances, everything that Maitreya Sect has achieved today is the result of his life's work and effort.

Let alone abandoning him, even losing a little bit of his flesh feels like cutting off his flesh.

Protector Bai was reluctant to part with him.

Moreover, Yang Lin has led his army here, but he has not yet truly launched a full-scale attack.

People tend to have a sense of wishful thinking before a major disaster actually strikes.

"Hurry, hurry..."

Protector Bai frowned and urged him again.

However, just as he glanced at a certain spot, he happened to see a familiar figure.

The white-faced protector's originally ashen complexion instantly turned pitch black.

"Rou Rou, what are you doing here? Didn't I tell you to follow the cult leader?"

The White Protector let out a fierce roar almost instinctively.

After he roared out, his expression changed again.

"Could it be that something happened to the cult leader?"

The white-haired protector's eyes became bloodshot.

He didn't really care much about Gao Yi, the cult leader, but that didn't mean the other party wasn't important.

He didn't take it seriously simply because Gao Yi was weak and could be easily controlled in his eyes.

"What happened to the leader, you two good-for-nothings? What are you good for? Where's Bai Fei? Where is he?"

The White Protector roared angrily, his entire being erupting like a volcano.

"No...no, is the leader alright?"

Rou Rou's body trembled as she stammered in reply.

"Um?"

Upon hearing this, Protector Bai was taken aback.

"Then what are you doing here? Dereliction of duty, Rou Rou, how dare you!"

The White Protector's voice carried a hint of coldness.

"It was I who sent her."

Another voice rang out.

The White Protector was stunned for a moment until he saw the owner of the voice.

"you?"

Three parts confusion, three parts bewilderment, and three parts anger.

In an instant, three emotions appeared in the eyes of the White Protector.

"The leader is the leader."

The others in the room quickly noticed Gao Yi's arrival.

Except for a few whose expressions remained unchanged, the rest of the people had a fanatical look on their faces.

Gao Yi squinted, taking in everything.

It seems that, apart from a few of White Protector's confidants, most of Maitreya's followers are unaware of his situation.

To them, Gao Yi was the reincarnation of Maitreya, the supreme leader.

In this situation, how should I put it, it's really quite good.

"What...what are you doing here?"

White Protector was still out of it, somewhat bewildered, and his expression was somewhat blank.

After all, Gao Yi had always been very obedient and honest, so this sudden move naturally left Protector Bai completely baffled.

"How can I, the Supreme Being, sit idly by while my cult faces peril?"

Gao Yi smiled and spoke.

"you……"

The white protector's angry curses were almost out of his mouth, but seeing the increasingly fanatical followers around him, he swallowed them back.

"call……"

Exhaling, Protector Bai suppressed his anger and stiffly cupped his hands in a gesture of respect.

"I have already arranged everything for the evacuation, so there is no need for you, Master, to trouble yourself."

"Evacuate?"

Gao Yi seemed completely oblivious to the warning on the White Protector's face.

"A mere Yang Lin, without even showing his face, and our Divine Cult is about to flee at the mere sight of him? How laughable."

"So, according to the leader's instructions, what should we do?"

The White Protector's voice grew colder, and his face was filled with impatience.

"Of course, we should fight back."

Gao Yi's smile remained unchanged.

"With Maitreya descending to earth to deliver all sentient beings, under the radiant light of the World-Honored One, what is there to fear in a mere poplar grove?"

Protector Bai stared angrily at Gao Yi in disbelief.

That look in their eyes was like they were looking at a madman.

Damn, a few dishes and they're this drunk? That's the Prince of Kapitan of the Great Sui Dynasty, commanding hundreds of thousands of troops. With this little bit of strength, they think they can just go head-to-head with him and hand him over as food? Do they really think they're some kind of saint?

However, upon hearing Gao Yi's words, the anger on Protector Bai's face began to dissipate.

In his view, Gao Yi had completely gone mad from consuming the Blood Pill and had actually come to believe that he was Maitreya incarnate.

The other disciples in the arena all knelt down, their faces filled with fanaticism bordering on madness.

Seeing this scene, Protector Bai couldn't help but feel a toothache.

If this kid says a few more words, these followers will probably really start yelling and fighting Yang Lin to the death.

This was the foundation he had built up over many years; if he were to give it away so carelessly, he would definitely be devastated.

However, Protector Bai cannot directly expose Gao Yi here.

After all, Gao Yi's identity was established by him, and he couldn't undermine his own position.

Moreover, Gao Yi's current seemingly insane state, coupled with the fanatical expressions of the disciples around him, is a stark reminder of this.

This made him value this tool even more, realizing its immense value and the fact that it should never be abandoned lightly.

"Alright, you may all leave now. I have something to discuss with the sect leader."

The White Protector's eyes flickered, and he gave instructions to the followers in the arena.

For so long, the White Protector has been the mouthpiece of the World Honored One, so the disciples were not surprised and got up to walk outside.

Gao Yi watched all this with narrowed eyes, but did not stop it either.

Until the last person left the tent.

Only then did Protector Bai straighten his body again, looking at Gao Yi with a cold expression.

"Alright, that's enough. I don't want to hear any more of your nonsense. Rou Rou, take him away and take good care of him. If anything goes wrong, I'll hold you responsible," Protector Bai sneered.

"Pfft~~"

Just then, a soft, charming laugh suddenly rang out from outside the tent.