If You Don't Know How to Dodge, What Kind of Thunderclan Do You Think You Are?

Xiao Mo's soul traveled through the wasteland and became the last generation of the Thunder Clan, only to find that there had been no rain in this world for a long time, and there had been no lightning or thunder in the sky for a hundred years. The scorching sun is boiling, and yellow sand fills the throat. Xiao Mo, who was hung upside down on the city wall, was like a cow that could be squeezed dry at any time. Since the rain stopped and the Thunder Clan declined, he has become the last inheritance of the Thunder Clan. However, at this moment, there is not much spiritual energy left that belongs to the Thunder Clan. During the day, the fat little black guy from the Golden Crow tribe comes to have a good time, and when night falls, the pretty boy from the Yuehua tribe also wants to get a share of the pie. Before he lost consciousness, he pulled off a strand of hair from the pretty boy's face. In the real world, I woke up in the secret room of my grandfather's grocery store, still holding the lock of hair in my hand. That was not a dream, it was a new world that existed in another dimension. My understanding of this world began with a photo my grandfather took in another world. People in that world rely on absorbing the natural essence of the sun, moonlight, water, fire, thunder and lightning to practice and upgrade. It's just that the thunderstorm seems to have happened in the last century, which directly led to the decline of the Thunder Clan and allowed them to be slaughtered by others. As the last generation of Thunder Clan, he must first ensure his survival. Mobile phone batteries, power banks, hydrogen fuel cells, and even nuclear fuel cells... If it doesn't work, I rub solar cells with my hands! No lightning or thunder? It doesn't matter, the energy I have is unlimited. The only link between this world and another world is my hands. And I will rely on these hands to become the Lord of the Wasteland.