If too few people were sent, they would only end up being killed instead. If too many were sent, even if the targets could not defeat them, escaping would be far from difficult. After all, the gap between their cultivation realms was not absolute, not so great that they had no chance of escaping alive.
Of course, there had been successful killings, but no one being allowed to strike across levels was an ironclad rule. Once someone crossed that line, the other side's retaliation would be more devastating than the offending side could bear-they would directly target civilians and Martial Dao schools on the offending side's continent.
When pinnacle experts launched targeted attacks, a single sweep wiped out vast swathes, leaving devastation everywhere and sparing nothing.
Having the Absolute Peak powerhouses of this world sweep through High Martial Schools was certainly not something any senior leader wanted to see. It would be an enormous, unbearable catastrophe!
A catastrophe like that would sever an entire generation.
"What do you say, Brother Flood?" Zuo Changlu asked the Flood Great Shaman, perfectly at ease.
The Flood Great Shaman felt a surge of disgust!
You're asking me first? What's that supposed to mean?
I'm his godfather. What else can I say?
He snorted and said, "I have no objection. Before Zuo Xiaoduo and Zuo Xiaonian reach Flying Heaven, none of our Witch Alliance's senior members above Flying Heaven will ever attack either of them."
"I, Flood, guarantee it on my character!"
After saying that, he immediately felt an indescribable tightness fill his chest.
I'm their godfather... and being their godfather has already gotten me mourned once...
*I died, they mourned me with a few words, and now I owe them such a huge debt... damn it, what a loss! No, ptooey, ptooey, ptooey... my