Fang Senyan's brute strength was, at this point, roughly equivalent to the combined force of several dozen grown men. Furthermore, according to human physiology, the strength of one's elbow strike always surpasses that of a punch. Given Fang Senyan's perilous situation, he would certainly spare no ruthlessness in his attack. Thus, this one elbow strike, slammed down, would reduce even an elephant to a pulverized, fractured, pneumonia-stricken, emphysematous, prematurely ejaculating mess.

But the abnormally massive white-furred rat he struck merely tumbled a few times before rising as if unaffected, fixing him with a pair of intensely venomous, beady eyes.

Fang Senyan glanced around the surrounding offices and found the carnage impossible to look upon. Several bodies lay dead, their internal organs invariably hollowed out or in the process of being so. It seemed this pair of rat-brothers had a rather gruesome taste, favoring offal. For him, these two monsters were certainly no reason to halt his advance; with a decisive step, he strode forward.

The two giant rats lunged again, their mouths displaying rows of sharp, white teeth that brought to mind ultra-thin, razor-sharp shaving blades. Fang Senyan sidestepped once more, causing their pounce to miss its mark. He had no interest in a prolonged fight; his intention was to head straight for the third floor.

Having missed, the two giant rats naturally presented their rear ends to him.

However, immediately after failing their pounce, both inhaled deeply in unison. Their originally slender bodies rapidly inflated, instantly swelling into creatures resembling two obese porcupines. Every strand of white fur stood erect, and they violently blasted a torrent directly backward toward Fang Senyan!!

"Sssssss" sounds roared forth. For a moment, it was as if a rain of white fur had descended, completely engulfing Fang Senyan!

The distance between them was only two or three meters, and these two giant rats seemed determined to shed all their hair, ejecting every single strand—at least several hundred barbs in total. In such density and close proximity, Fang Senyan immediately staggered, his back instantly peppered like a target board on the "Straw Boat Borrowing Arrows" experiment! Meanwhile, the two giant rats looked eerily like skinned pigs that had been scalded clean by boiling water. They shrieked in manic excitement...

"The speed and force of these quills are quite impressive," Fang Senyan said, slowly straightening up, his body entirely impaled. "It looks like you two killed that pilot in the hangar. Hmm, and there’s even poison coating these barbs; for anyone else struck, it would be truly troublesome."

As he spoke, the muscles on his back writhed, twitched, and contracted in a bizarre fashion, forcing the individual barbs out of his body. Countless crimson pustules erupted on his back, presenting a terrifying sight.

Yet, one could observe dark, bluish-black lines surging along his veins beneath his skin. In mere seconds, the pustules burst, oozing pus, followed by fresh blood, and then the wounds sealed and scabbed over.

The two giant rats still intended to attack, but Fang Senyan first brandished his right fist. One of the rats immediately clamped down on his fist, but Fang Senyan was wearing deep-green gloves. The white teeth scraped with a grinding sound, yet still could not penetrate the glove. Fang Senyan took the opportunity to seize the other giant rat and used it as a weapon, smashing it viciously into the tenacious monster gripping his fist!! Blood instantly sprayed everywhere, accompanied by the gruesome sound of snapping bones!

These two giant rats possessed excellent bodily flexibility, but not to the extent of being twisted into a pretzel and remaining composed. Under the force of Fang Senyan's monstrous strength, especially when their agility was suppressed, their fate was as tragic as the guards who had similarly been twisted into knots and drained of blood. Moreover, their skulls shattered into fragments from the immensely violent impacts.

At this moment, Fang Senyan received a message from Zi outside:

"I have good news and bad news. Which do you want to hear first?"

"The bad news," Fang Senyan replied curtly.

"There are two damned snipers outside, so we're pinned down and can't get in to help you anytime soon," Zi stated calmly.

"And the good news?" Fang Senyan asked.

"Mr. Kruster, the principal subject, has been located and protected by Cyclops."

"Then I can rest easy," Fang Senyan exhaled a long breath.

Zi still sounded concerned:

"You still need to be careful, as you are also within the range of those two snipers. Jean doesn't have a brainwave amplifier right now, and our Contractors have innate resistance to her mental probing, so breaking through the enemy will likely require Kurutto's powers."

"Received."

As Fang Senyan acknowledged Zi, he casually tossed aside the two gruesome, twisted rat carcasses and strode up to the third floor.

The third floor was also a scene of devastation. This area appeared to have been partitioned office space, now ruined as if a hurricane had passed through. The entire building suddenly shuddered violently again. Following the direction of the tremor, Fang Senyan crept forward and once again beheld a massive, grayish-white silhouette. This creature had also heard Fang Senyan's footsteps and turned its head.

"What in the world is this monster?"

Standing before Fang Senyan was a colossal beast with the head of an elephant and the body of a man. Its physique was extremely corpulent; its dead-white skin was wrinkled in many layers, like that of a Shar Pei, covered with numerous marks that resembled cigarette burns—the only evidence left by guard gunfire. This creature bore a single, blood-red tusk that made it look exceptionally ferocious.

In its left hand, it clutched a massive axe. The axe appeared to be crudely assembled from bulletproof doors and various iron plates, lacking any visible rivets or welds, seemingly fused together merely by sheer will. It was bloodstained, and Fang Senyan could even make out a bizarre combination of a black bra and half a shattered eyeglass adhered to the blade, with brain matter as their adhesive.

And slung over the monster's right shoulder was a rough rosary made of steel beads.

Upon seeing Fang Senyan, the monster coiled its trunk, effortlessly sucked up an office desk, and hurled it towards Fang Senyan. Fang Senyan made no move to dodge, allowing the desk to crash into him. With a sharp crack, it splintered into pieces. Unfazed amidst the flying paper, he advanced step by step.

The monster roared and raised its crude, bloody, and utterly barbaric 'axe,' bringing it down towards Fang Senyan's head. Fang Senyan suddenly stepped forward and raised his left hand, precisely bracing against the creature's wrist!

Fang Senyan was certainly not a frail-looking man; he could be described as tall, powerful, and lean. However, in comparison to the elephant-headed monster's wrist, Fang Senyan's palm was like a pillar next to a doll's tiny hand!

When the two made direct contact, the glass windows of the entire building emitted a mournful shriek almost simultaneously, then shattered almost completely! Clear cracks appeared on the floor beneath Fang Senyan's feet, but his monstrous strength was truly astonishing; he managed to block the blow and landed a heavy punch squarely on the monster's belly.

The elephant-headed giant's stomach visibly quivered like disturbed water. It let out a pained bellow and lashed out with its trunk, striking Fang Senyan’s shoulder and throwing him seven or eight meters back. Immediately following this, its right hand flickered, and the string of steel prayer beads hanging from its arm whistled through the air towards Fang Senyan.

Astonishingly, as the beads flew, phantasms materialized around them, presenting an appearance entirely different from the objects themselves—dignified, perfectly round, yet imbued with an indescribable, malevolent aura!!

The speed of the beads’ flight was not inherently fast, but the illusion surrounding them projected an intense sense of deterrence that nullified Fang Senyan’s evasion, sending him flying straight back.

Struck by this blow, Fang Senyan grunted, rolled, and immediately scrambled back up. In a flash of realization, he identified the monster before him:

"This thing should be the Great Joyful God of Buddhism, Mahāsirṣa-Gaṇeśa, but judging by its methods, it's following a dark path."

As soon as he regained his footing after the strike, Fang Senyan charged forward and unleashed his 'Charge of the Horned Fury,' slamming heavily into the creature's chest. He then drew Judgment and fired a shot directly at the thick elephant trunk!!

In the milky-white holy light, the damage dealt by divine attacks to dark entities was formidable. Dark crimson blood sprayed wildly; the thick elephant trunk was blown to shreds by that single shot. Fang Senyan seized the severed end and ripped with a mighty pull, yanking the whole thing off—this thing was truly perverse!! The power of the Dark Veiled Ganesha was already that of a Tier Four Legendary creature, possessing the close-combat prowess of a warrior and multiple spells, yet it was being suppressed so miserably!

In the distant shipping building, a small-mustachioed traveler leaning lazily on a balcony muttered to himself. The sunglasses he wore displayed various streams of data, effectively functioning as both binoculars and a targeting scope, granting him a complete view of everything inside that building.

This mustachioed man was one of the two snipers. His weapon was positioned less than ten meters away in a straight line from him, yet actually by a window in another terminal building. He controlled the scope and firing of the sniper rifle remotely via a specialized mental interface device.

It was precisely because of this clever setup that this individual had seldom been exposed; most people, upon being sniped and surviving, would instinctively search the direction the shot originated from, never imagining such a bizarre "separated-man-and-gun" phenomenon.