The crowd erupted into a cacophony of screams, their collective voices slicing through the tumultuous air.
Amidst the chaotic swirl, a resonating shatter split the air, and the grim aftermath unveiled itself as blood spattered from shattered glass, soaking unsuspecting bystanders.
The scene quickly descended into a frenzied tumult, survival instincts compelling people to shove and jostle, each fighting to escape the imminent danger.
In the face of the panicked crowd's force, some fragile souls stumbled and crumpled to the ground, unable to withstand the savage onslaught.
Trampling was inevitable as the desperate struggle for survival turned grim, and the tableau was marred by the somber spectacle of people treading upon fallen bodies.
Gu Qingcheng, braced for this catastrophe, had adroitly positioned herself to dodge the collapsing stage and the plummeting glass.